My Lord,
Forgive mi if I sin
But isn't it a bigger sin
To remain silent
Than tell the truth.
And therefore,
I raise my accusation
Against those who are guilty
For drowning our hopes
And our dreams
Against those who know not
What they are doing
And all those being guilty
For endless mothers’ tears
Waiting return of their sons in vain
I raise this accusation
Against all those guilty
For the rivers of blood
I accuse them loudly for the hell
They are preparing for us
And the valley of tears
Pawed with wounds
I accuse them for all the fires
And all waters
I accuse all those
Who lead us to the underworld
I accuse all you intellectuals
And all grey heads
Because you see not
Further than your secure position
And your happy lot
