I’m Pussy Riot.

Crack my tongue trip

Epiglottal

You can’t cut my hair

With hatchets

For I come by force

Of pen

I am virgin like the river

I am running

Weaving

Dancing

Like the artist as in woman

I’m an idea

Which hews the canyon

I’m a truth

Whose time has come

Hold me back

On the ride King Cnut

With my feminine tidal waves

I shall wash

Your tinpot dirt off

The stream of history

Will despise your dictator's days

The world has changed

You can’t control it

You can’t squash

My soft woolly mask

I’m an invisible

Innocent spirit

Indivisible

Beneficent

Livid

I am every female witness

Lysistrata

Bronte, Pankhurst

No coward soul is mine

I will burn

Those symbols of oppression

My thong, my bra,

My high heeled blues

The man’s world stinks

It’s full of Herberts

Hypocrites, twits 
and government tools

Shame on me

For being unable to refuse

To take their threats, to pay their bribes

To take their murderers money

While keeping British-like and quiet

But now I cry out

I’m Pussy riot

I’m Pussy riot

I’m Pussy riot

Omnipresent

Naked

Rife

I’m Pussy riot

I’m Pussy riot

I’m Pussy riot

And so is my wife.

31.07.2012