A re-post of my poem ‘Rainbow’s End in Sochi’ as it seems fitting at this point in time.
Rainbow’s End in Sochi
We will rain on your parade Putin
for chasing the rainbows away,
for covering the ice snow in Sochi
with the blues and the blood
of stray dogs and the bruised
Pussy Riot in their bright colours,
their shirts and short dresses
made for a place of greater warmth.
Cossacks will horsewhip the populace
into a Papier Mâché face
with smile, plastered in red
for the world to admire and deny
the destruction of human rights
in Russia, in this Olympic space,
say the girls in the brightly coloured
ski masks which hide their faces,
but not their song.