i.m. Serge Serykh and his family

Oh Sergei Sergei
how they could have calmed you down
with a coffee and a chat
the people who decide.
Tick here for expulsion: (for a coffin and nails)
Oh Sergei Sergei
how your country's ghosts followed you
from Red Square to Red Road
how in every dark corner like spiders
there's still an Ivan or a Boris waiting for their hours
how you could not have left your country just like that
without being spied on poisonned psychotroned pushed perhaps
Oh Sergei Sergei
how they could have sat you down
for a coffee and a chat
the people who decide
and listen to the story of you
being trained to the point of crazy,
in your country.