The Truth Poem by Dan Uriel

we have no bundles, only our brains
we are the invading Arians
they don't ask if our hearts are biting
our idea is to the hell
God will hold our souls
If it's winter, we shiver
and we don't even know we're shaking
we heat it with a feverish word

we never sleep in the shadows
we also have intention in our pockets
we are ourselves: our bread
if we lose, we win anyway
the woman can't handle us
we go north and south
we password with beggars
our homestead is where we soak

our two hands are already together
and we do not beg, we do not sin
we have a great hunger and we are not hungry
we always arrive earlier
our future passed over us
love, freedom
our feet are wind, our face is blessed
still, we seek the truth