I was traversing a blind alley
Someone racing ahead of me
Naked of a shirt
Greasy with spent engine oil
Folks with cudgels and cutlasses
Running after him.
We got on to the light
Of the clear blue sky
They caught him there
Battered him to pulp
Set up a fire with old tyres
To burn him alive
See that luminous flame
That ought to give their hearts light
Is used to kill.
Those who did this jungle justice Have not had their turn
For everyone is a thief wrapped
In innocence until caught
And every human is neither
Here nor there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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