Did you pay for your ancestors’ sins,
You, not-so-innocent lamb,
Destined to rot in prison?
What did you think
When the doors shut behind you
And you smelled the stink
Of all the men
Who had been there before you?
Ten? One hundred and ten?
And when you entered the cell
And looked around
The tiny space, the little hell
Did you hope to escape?
If not from jail
Then from fate?
By cutting veins
Or in the noose,
Whichever gives less pain
For would you not
Die twice than slowly rot?
Did you pay for your ancestors sins?
© Copyright: Андрей Белл, 2004
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