My brain panicked
As the torches were lit
My heart shattered
As they combed where I hid
All was sour
Not even the slightest premonition
Even in the downpour of the rain
I emitted the sweat of a nation
Captive of pain
Slave to anger
I care not for the gain
Just the chains to be fettered
Succumb to this feeling?
No, I’ll not
I rather fight it
Than in guilt rot