His Frustration Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

step into the step,
you are following us,
as a firing squad.
I don't know, who gave you
the consent and with what law,
you are passing sentences,
taken from the hat

zero what you are afraid of
that they will reach whom are you?

on 'with whom' it is
necessary to deserve.

on 'with what' also.

step into the step
you are following us
thinking that you will manage
but I am telling you - no!
still will stay.
I have the right to it
to pass sentences

given for your fault...
don't only mistake
for the wine.