I feel the noose tighten around my neck
I watch the crowds sneering, believing my death is deserved justice
They do not hear my words
Telling them they are wrong
That their cult has one perspective
And does not have the truth
They do not listen to reason
They only reject my facts
And as my spirit leaves this world
I wish their descendants inherit a better one,
Than the world that's killed me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world was once a better place indeed