Strangled Silence
I have a friend in Russia.
We send each other messages.
That say nothing.
His father is a poet.
No news, only greetings are exchanged.
We long to converse freely.
But he lives in fear.
I say nothing of consequence.
To protect him.
Silence stands in our way.
We are afraid to speak openly.
He lives under a dictatorship.
I live with it as well.
He has a wife and son.
I fear for him.
This is the misery of tyranny.
It destroys body, soul and mind.
It personifies evil.
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