In the silence of the city, a sleepy song is heard
A voiceless hymn announces death
The executioner is sharpening his sword
The truth hurts them but it won’t save me
They all shout: Kill him!
To me it’s just a whisper
Suddenly the soul speaks up
..If I lie then tell me where…
The answer falls on the pavement
Head smashed everywhere only blood
Why do you hit me?
Like a viper you wrap me with lies!
After all, I can’t say that:
Modernist venom is real bread!
I look around with hope
I look for a priest dressed in black
Let someone give me a hand
In empty eyes
You can see my verdict
They sing a song of mercy
Burnt hands clap in rhythm
The last look at the cross
Lord, your will be done!
I kneel ……. I lay my head ….
In the distance you can hear a joyful song
… this is love …. kill him !
The fallen nodded his hand
And the executioner ended my life
He turned to the purple crowd
Fools think I’m not there!
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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