In the dark cried a voice,
Shrill with sighs of pain.
Then I heard some noise,
Like of an animal being slain.
When I peeped I saw a man,
Lying helplessly in the park.
Blood covered this son of a woman,
As they vanished into the dark.
Moments later people came,
Some with expectations, others without.
Who then was to blame?
He was no more, we were all out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem