I'm a poet and nobody needs me, <br />not even if I mutter wordlessly: <br />u-u-u- no matter, for instead of me, <br />prying devils will sing relentlessly. <br /> <br />And believe me, believe you me, <br />the cautious suspicion is justified. <br />I'm a poet who's fit for the stake's fire <br />because to the truth he's testified. <br /> <br />One, who knows that the snow is white, <br />the blood is red, as is the poppy, <br />and the poppy's furry stalk is green. <br /> <br />One, whom they will kill in the end, <br />because he himself has never killed.<br /><br />Miklos Radnoti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-a-copy-of-steep-road/
