Target language: Engels
I can’t even ask its name
I can’t clear my intention
I can’t cry, looking at
its legitimate violence
How nice it is
How hot it is
As closer
so far away
I don’t understand such an enterprise
Even if I understand, I don’t understand
If it attacks me
I won’t care about its tears
An organized frenzy
had surrounded justice
I saw atrocity, I wasn’t afraid
There is no damage inside me
Was it hard to come to me without wearing a mask ?
Those who have no names, don’t they have a voice either ?