We stood holding signsUnder the stifling Georgian heat.Rallying for continuity,Expecting nothing that day.Like us, your countrymenCry out, but for revolution—For a break from the iron fistOf tyranny.Hatchett versus Hall, our fight—Faint shades of difference.Liberty versus tyranny, theirs—Nightmarish night versus glorious day.You, Belarusian woman—Scion of white Russia,Far from mother’s armsFar from motherland.Your brethren—oppressed but undaunted,Dismissed but …
The great heart of Belarus awakensTo greet this new day.Her face shines brightlyAgainst centuries of subjectionTo ill-fitting lowness.She rises proudly, casts offHer tattered prisoner’s garmentWorn threadbare by generations of toil.She washes her face, cleans her feetRinses from her handsThe grit and grime of oppression.This morning she knows—Liberty awaits her in the open air.This morning she …
The news came of his arrest—Her light, her love, her lifeGone in an instant.They spoke of thisBut she refused to accept it.This time will be differentThey saidSitting in the moonlightFeeling the electric momentHearing the youthful criesHeeding the call to greater freedom.This time truth shall outLies and hatred,Selfish oppression,A lifelong nightmare.Those who seeShall lock armsStare in …
Gregory Hake 