Are you afraid of dying?
All alone. In a deserted place.
People’s figures are flying
All around me.
Can’t stand to see the face
Of a child
Screaming on top of her lungs
“Don’t wanna live in this country.
In the country where everyone dies”.
Do you know what happened to horses,
These beautiful servants of men?
Have you seen the river of corpses
Floating away when all it began
To come apart? Apart at the seams:
Dear child, remember one thing-
The goal never justifies its means.
And when you’re asked for a favour
Of keeping your mouth shut
Listen to me: never waver!
Make case for your faith. Die hard.