Dear Sasha

Twenty-two years
You’ll spend twenty-two years
Locked away in a box
As you claw at the walls
And you snarl at the bars

And I’ll spend twenty-two years
My heart a clenched fist
Twelve hours a day
At the sewing machine
Mending dresses for change

And all for what?

The press vilifies us
As murderous dogs
Builders of nothing
Fanatics and fiends
And Frick?

Three bullets in his body
Your dagger in his thigh
Dynamite in your mouth, Sasha
How could he survive?
But he survived
Aided by the workers he oppressеs!

These peoplе!
I want to tell them:
We did this for you!
He did this for you!
For freedom and justice!
Now what do we get?

Twenty-two years
Locked away in a box
Twelve hours a day
At my sewing machine