Pain
by Yisroel Rabon
Do you know the pain of women you sometimes see flying
on carts with bottles of vitriol in fingers that burn?
Do you know the sorrow of strong wild madmen,
when hoses of water stream on their bare necks?
Do you know the hatred to life of people dying
with a rope on their neck and a bullet in their skull?
Do you know the grief of children from beds of sin,
who are found strangled in toilets?
Do you know the pain of waxen fading lips
of the dying who no longer have strength to sob?
Can you fathom the pain of pregnant mothers
who in their bellies carry dead children?
