I met a man with bloody covered and
Rotted body.
The mobs had circled around him.
He breathed ceaseless words of
Hatreds.
No politeness of behaviour.
Mobs were at ready to violate him.
I could not hear what it\'s ruin.
There met men with differences.
The man looked each of them
As his same aspect.
No one could ask him what he
Murmuring and flickering.
And did not reveal what he was said.
I did not look him but i mentioned his
Words
His words its were not strongly
projected.
He did not give a few seconds to
Mention him.
What he was; good or bad.
All likes were payable by him.