Hey! Judas Forgive Me. Poem by Abdul Wahab

I stand straight and my legs are one foot wide,
suddenly I throw my hands up, fingers are
one inch apart they might be racist they
could be fascist but here I am a hard core
humanist so I ask them to kill me first
before killing my friends as each of them
know me how I am, I know them too but
each a coward I challenge them to come
one by one but they refuse and move and
come in crowd, they shout at me but I
shout back at them louder they start
moving out hanging their head out of
fear, I sit and ponder how they dare
to kill them whom I give shelter, they
can kill me hundred times but I can
not kill the faith, not even once, hey,
Judas forgive me.