they put me under a firing squad and started shooting
their bullets were blank
because they didn’t have enough ammunition
to get rid of an innocent defenceless person
my vision went blurry, I couldn’t see them
insulting faces dissolved in the cold, loud, abrasive air
from ignorance and narrow-mindedness
the only cause of blood curdled in my veins
you were one of them –
a friend stabbing me in the back
how did it happen?
I trusted you with all my heart
and now you stand wholly on the other side
have others told you all gloomy
far-fetched theories about me?
they are all not true, yet you believed them
closing the main door in front of me
even though I tried to keep them open every time
they all closed with one loud bang
and then they decided that each of their company
they must rule or they will hurt me
just like you did
but it’s not the same when you were my whole life in there
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