They gathered all around and sat me down,
It was a quiet place somewhere outside of town.
There were women there and men too,
Demanding a tale, not the truth.
I wondered if their knowing would somehow help,
Just maybe they could understand and drag me out of this hell.
I had been all alone that doomed day, alone in that tent,
But they never gave it a name, only called it an unfortunate event.
I was ashamed, but not by my exploitation,
It was their narrow-mindedness that made me worry about my nation.
As I waited for the sentence, praying for it to be in my favour,
I knew somewhere deep inside my heart that my hope will soon begin to waver.
They came out soon after, with long hanging faces,
Their eyes gave it all away, their threatening gazes.
My doubts transformed into reality, I knew who was to be hanged,
So i slit my wrists in front of them and left them forever to be damned.