Let them hate you, so you can
hate them too, and don't worry
about their god, he's too busy
speaking o the street prophet
about the end of the world.
Mark your struggles and enemies
with scars, so you won't forget
who to hate.
You need to pull some darkness
out of your chest before you can
write your name properly
on their lips.
That's what you need to do
to become hard to erase from
their hearts, not good deeds,
people forget them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem