An Innocent Halluciation

I offered the angel of death

A thousand reasons for killing me.

I carried my blood on the palm of my hand

And my soul on my wrist.

I’ve had enough of injustice!

To sit before the court

Like a dead picture

In a torn book

My face as pale as newspaper ink.

I am the one who’s been murdered

When they jailed my virginity

In the cage of usurpation

And the usurpers’ chains,

With me accused

Before the judge of the court.

It was I who enticed the jailer to jail me

And to desire me.

They jailed me

and called me a criminal,

While I’m innocent, I’m innocent.