Slap Of Convicted Poem by ion untaru

Alone in cell with thick walls
sentenced to death;
by a wretch range of events
and unbelievable errors

the jury did not take his innocence
into consideration

People, people,
why do you want to take my the life that
God gave me, because I am not guilty?

He put the hand on the wall
and his dispair cried:
my God, I am not guilty at all!
Let the trace of my slap on this wall,
as a proof of it!

And God fulfilled his pray

After execution they tried to cover,
to paint and to erase this trace
but they did not succeed

Up to the end, this portion of wall
was removed, the wall rebuilt
and he is now exposed to museum
SENTENCED TO DEATH

(translated from romanian)