In Memory of Jan Palach 1969.

 (Burnt himself to death as a protest against the Soviet invasion in Czechslovakia.)

 

 

 

The morning found you

Charred

And broken

So they took your picture

And some words you’d spoken

 

Your picture

They pricked

Like a crucified bird,

But your voice

Was so loud

That nobody heard

29th July 1969

 

 

 

 

                                                                               

 

 

 

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