I don't dare understand what they want from me*
I am dragged through the muddy streets
Where unconscious children laugh
Throwing a plethora of stones at me
Their parents at me undress with their eyes
As if I had killed their family
Curse me and spit their hatred at me
In the form of nauseating saliva
I know these people are screaming
But I don't hear them
In the distance I see the gallows and
I admire my indifference in the face of this monument
A stone hit my face
From the corner of a tear I saw my assailant
Who was only an unbelieving child
I was humiliated again
The blood flowed to my lips
And I tasted the taste of it bitter
This last repair will come
From my own body

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