Where have I sinned, that this spirit of dread
has befallen my head, and made my bones shake?
I am robbed of peace, my eyes drip tears
yet no one will come to my aid
My foundation is bitter, my enemies all around
I am locked in my room, awaiting the end
For the evil that was done to me
has left a lasting impression
I cannot sleep at night, in the day I faint
for those who have shown me no mercy
are in a happy state
They plunder and take my blessing for themselves
My faith is a trophy upon their shelves
Hypocrisy reigns in the land
I am like a parentless child who rebelled against crime
People saw me as an obstacle to their schemes
They acted in wrath against me to further their dreams
No one shows kindness to one whose in peril
They tore me apart limb from limb
until there was nothing left for me to tell
Is this the inheritance of the one who longs for truth
Who chose love and kindness from youth?
Justice is on its knees praying for release
When will it arise to avenge my cries?
Vain! It's so vain how they move about
What do they hope to achieve
with endless vexation?
They destroy the meek in their goings
They steal and wreak havoc fully knowing
that what they do pins people to the ground
They destroy everyone who is not like them
To make war against such is to be sound