Poem – a confession (by the “War Sick Leave” initiative)
Source: Telegram “War Sick Leave”
My Russia is in prison.
My Russia is being tortured at the police station.
My Russia is being raped by the police.
My Russia is being sent under fire.
My Russia has been driven into debt.
My Russia is forbidden by law.
My Russia discredits the army.
My Russia has been driven underground.
My Russia is bleeding.
My Russia does not lose hope.
My Russia is opening its eyes.
My Russia helps those who were caught.
My Russia sets fire to enlistment offices.
My Russia shoots at military commissars.
My Russia slows down trains.
My Russia takes to the streets.
My Russia strengthens the human chain.
My Russia defends the detainees.
My Russia will be free.
We are Artyom Kamardin.
We are Anastasia Levashova.
We are Alexandra Skochilenko.
We are Aleksei Gorinov.
We are Kirill Ukraintsev.
We are all those imprisoned activists.
We are all those tortured anarchists.
We are all those dead journalists.
We are oppressed minorities.
We are all those who are jailed for their stance.
We are the destroyed opposition.
We are the heartbroken mothers.
We are the widowed wives.
We are the orphaned children.
We are the arrestees from “Bolotnaya”.
We are the prisoners from the “Network” case.
We are Alexei Navalny.
We are Anna Politkovskaya.
We are Boris Nemtsov.
We are volunteers and human rights activists.
We are all those who stand alone with a banner.
We are street agitators.
We are the railway resistance.
We are underground partisans.
We are the crowd in the main square.
We will win.
In the photo is Ruslan Zinin, a twenty-five-year-old man who opened fire at a draft board.
