Many times, he asked,
To insult and degrade
WHO ARE YOU? Parallel, I was really asked:

Are you worthy
To be among us
Of the highest class?

Are you worthy
To sit with us?

You seem to be a dog
Of the tree

Someone whispered to him
Something about me
I do not know what

Later, he stretched out
Hands of friendship
But though I am of love
With a tender child’s heart
I walked past him, very much hurt,
For I did not belong to his class
Even if I belonged

He drove a nail in the heart of my heart