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Den russiske poeten Jevgenij Jevtusjenko har skrevet et dikt om London-bombene og terroren i verden. Jevtusjenko må være en av de eldste overlevende kunstnere i Russland. Han var en av de første som fikk lov å lese mild systemkritikk i og utenfor Sovjetunionen i 60-årene. Særlig hans dikt om massakren på 50.000 jøder i Babij Jar, er kjent.

Every bus, train, store or school

might tomorrow be a grave

where cell phones yelp out of the ruins

like puppies for their masters.

What is our planet?

It is an overbombed junction,

full of dead bodies, of nursing infants.

God, if this damned terror

could make us all relatives!

But, how gleefully

some of our noble citizens

called to the radio-station «Echo of Moscow,»

with a joyful, strange condolence:

«That’s what they get!

That … that … that!»

Nowadays, envy doesn’t even bother to hide –

she is openly happy for the grief of others:

«As long as it’s bad for Them,

we don’t care if it’s worse for Us!»

In our homegrown Stalin’s Coliseum

they crossed out the word «Mercy,»

giving a greasy thumbs-down at the bloodied arena:

«That’s what they get!

That … that … that!»

In our dark dreams still screeching of barbed-wire.

we are injected with fears.

We learned how to hate strangers

by hating our own people.

Hele diktet står oversatt i The Guardian

That’s what they get!