Yes, I too, with hair removed and head shaved,

course chain around my ankles, dragged myself

among serpents winding in their black vice

like those dark worms from the depths of dark wombs

with gooey eyes in a reeking stench pit

circling in the brown mud slowly churning.

Yet I passed serenely through their evil

as if from my very own begging hands

the wings of a white dove opened widely.

And I am afraid when I look again

from memory at what my own eyes saw.

Terrified, I rose to seek my escape.

There are some memories that scorch the mind

and remembrances that burn, worse for me

my mind is a raging casket of flames.

In its fire I foresee the future

of my own country and I cry for it.