The ironed-shirt

The ironed-shirt with patches of blood would not talk to you today
Go away! Go away!
It lies here marking the gift of holy persons on a holy day.
Go away! Go away!
Whose is it and who are these people who celebrate?
A deed forcing masses to collaborate
Some dead with beating heart, no mercy  just harm
They say
It was a traitor, harmful and infectious
Poisonous to have in the world of happiness and gay.
And its ironed-shirt would not talk to you today
Or ever and why do you care!
What do you want to hear?
Its tragic tale that you cannot bear!
You did not make an effort to save
Did you?
Then why do you crave,
Crave for the answers you never dared to find
And today the ironed-shirt lay there: deaf and dumb and blind.
In a vegetative state:all numb
Well aware of the tragedy that has come.
Now they put it on a slaughter tray
And now they tear it apart like a book's page
And still you think that you can hear what it wants to  say
Neigh! My dear neigh!
That ironed-shirt with patches of blood  would not talk to you today
So
Go away! Go away!