21.04.

Ein Gedicht aus der Todeszelle, vom 9. Juli 2001.

Who knew that justice could be so blind
The scales rust with the
passing of time
Stripped of heal, my life all lost pride
Everyday my hands are tied.
Defenseless to push away the tide

The hold my head beneath with lies
Drowned in blood of their genocide
It's all gone wrong and the innocent die
While
the guilty laugh on the mountain side.
(mf)

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