When people hate me,
Will you escape me?
Will you pull the trigger?
Will you complete the course I've given?
Can you do the deed?
A million friends supporting me;
The enemies completing me;
My friends respect the road I've taken.
The cowards post the lies.
If I kill to save a soul,
Will you leave me on the go?
Rest your head but you must know,
My knife may have your name.
Call me freedom, sailor, rebel;
Call me killer, hangman, Devil;
Call me hater, narrow-minded;
I am who you hate!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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