Freedom Fighter

Jailed for the will to be jailed Kids shouldn’t play with fire But they do, and of course they fail In full conscious of mad desire What now, will you write a sequel To Servantes’s Don Quixote Lots of tyres around every mill A borsch with pampushka you’ve got There’ll be Ursula of Brussels The lady you wish to know better There’ll be most malign old fossils You must kill them, then go to get her Or maybe you’ll call it a day And give it all up, my brave kid You’ve said what you needed to say No one wanted, but you did Like a moth to the flame you flew To explain the obvious – why? Suicidal truth suits a rare few For the rest the price is too high.