THIS POEM WAS UPDATED
Where is your heart, Riikka Purra?
Did you throw it away in a trash can?
Or did you hungrily devour it
after you saw your first refugee
The bricks that line your political path
will turn red hot and melt your shoe soles;
even if you can only be tall for now
by forcing others on their knees,
your days are counted and you will lose
because the people you kick around today
will kick back, and hard.