I can’t understand
why you remain deaf to the insults,
why your being
kneels down in front of pain,
why it doesn't revolt,
why it doesn’t protest.
Everything remains
in the prison of your soul...

And yet I wonder:
What’s the use of the noisy protest,
when the insult – a burst of aggression –
has become a vice ?
By keeping silent
really, you don’t remain yourself
and don’t be
a huge gain of life?
I wonder…