Navalny in his prison cell
Is locked away again
In permanent isolation
To block his powerful spell
His power? The human word
Cuts through all the lies
He must be killed or silenced
But truth – it never dies
In Jerusalem the elders
Conspire to bring him down
The preacher up from Galilee
Now arrived in town
But people hang upon his words
And that is what they fear
They’ll find a way they always do
The rabble we must steer
Who does Putin talk to?
Who speaks words to him?
Does anybody tell him things?
Is conversation in?
Without the gift of language
Without the human word
The world will go to hell
And cries will go unheard
Brian Fahy
18 November 2022
Erris Poetry 