'Confess, confess.'
Their smug voices repeat,
Ever so confident
In their concoctions.
'Confess, confess.'
His conviction to the truth
Won't allow it.
'Confess, confess.'
They KNOW that he
Was the perpetrator,
Reality's facts put aside.
'Confess, confess.'
He KNOWS that he
Is innocent but
Can't convince them
Otherwise.
'Confess, confess.'
Always people prefer
To have the truth denied
Instead of admitting
That they harbor
False suspicions that
Makes others always
In the wrong.
'Confess, confess.'
The pressure builds and
Crushes his resolve
Along with the truth.
'ALRIGHT! I did it! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem