Have you ever seen a dagger?
A sharp blade, shining silver
Have you ever seen someone being stabbed in the back?
With such a dagger?
It’s painful, disappointing, when you know the stabber
The wound is wide, bloody, and the wounded suffers
As he knows the stabber
He can’t talk, but his heart says: Why?
Of all the people, you were closer
than most of them, yet you had the guts, to stab
someone you were supposed to love
The pain fades away gradually
The soul ascends to its Creator
In peace, as the stabbed becomes among those who prosper
In the Day After
How severe the earthly pain was
He is now calm and happier
But the stabber’s life has become miserable
He can’t get rid of that picture out of his head
Those eyes that keep asking: Why you?
I loved you, I had a soft spot for you in my heart
What made it possible, what had dragged you lower
Beneath your principles, to the rotten matter
We’re all gone, one day or another
But that’s not the end
There is life, forever
suffering here, becomes pleasure
The days are numbered
The wound doesn’t heal till later
Before the Creator
From Him there is no escape
His Word is final
That day is approaching nearer
Even if no one pays attention
It is going to be here before anybody can even whisper
So why had you stabbed someone close?
Do you have an answer?