they call me a madman
because i enjoy life.
they burn me at stake
because i enjoy the imaginary.
they suffocate me in waters
because i want to swim against the current.
they throw rocks at me
because i don’t care about love.
they flay my skin
because i dare to love myself.
tell me, am i witch because i dare to be unique?
this is my tenth life.
they shot me with machine guns
because i spoke with an accent.
is this the fate of society?
Chaos of Life 