We heard the news about Julia
on the train in Siberia.
where dissent is real,
and gulags shadow the soul,
and the words of political poets spark revolutions,
Australia looks like a nation of bullies,
shallow, misogynist, small and petty.
So, we ate our borscht, seasoned with disappointment,
and chewed the bitter bread.
© Sandra Renew 2013
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