Peasant
The peasant stands by your side
his face is an immense question
“Who are you?” A whisper
and the spring keeps silent
dog puts his tail between
his legs leaves obediently
blacksmith forges nails
soldier sharpens his sword
utterly none dares speak
your name peasant taking a spade
walks away teary eyed
without hearing your name
called by the traitor lurking
behind the olive grove
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