A hard hard night
The lions
they do not sleep at night
because they need to see you cry
to make you fall in mud and dirt
they need to hear you swear their names
to hit you more and more and more
you do not die but hell you cry
the pain is there and never gone
the blood spilled on the hungry blade
is hot and red and 'delicious' they say
you try to die to get away
by charging them with tight shut eyes
you try to fight to gain your death
to sleep forever without pain.
poem by Serban Raducu Bogdan
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