The Truth That the Wolf Knew
A teenage boy
dug the ground and pulled out many worms.
Then he put a worm on a hook
and cast it into the river with a fishing rod
and caught a fish.
And I remembered one scoundrel -
as if he had pulled his martyr brother out of the ground,
tied him up like bait,
and thrown him into every government office,
as if he asked for help, money.
But
there are many such scoundrels
as if the martyr died for them
and not for the land.
Wait, teenage boy,
let me ask the worm on the hook:
under the ground,
can martyrs sleep peacefully?
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 6:38 AM UTC
The Truth That the Wolf Knew
A teenage boy
dug the ground and pulled out many worms.
Then he put a worm on a hook
and cast it into the river with a fishing rod
and caught a fish.
And I remembered one scoundrel -
as if he had pulled his martyr brother out of the ground,
tied him up like bait,
and thrown him into every government office,
as if he asked for help, money.
But
there are many such scoundrels
as if the martyr died for them
and not for the land.
Wait, teenage boy,
let me ask the worm on the hook:
under the ground,
can martyrs sleep peacefully?
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