They say that the only thing I can do now is write a poem, And so I write here… I know not what, Just a short poem; Something that will bring the memories of the future alive, Something that will make me happy once again... But they could hurt, Why would they want me to be happy, I think... So, o gods, the preserver's people, please come and help us over here, my three children and I, We are really in need of support from those who believe in Human Rights; O you lovely men and women who I have only just read about, Where art thou? My heart really longs to meet you in a pleasance, I don't have one right now but may soon, And, they will come back to me and be free of another's will.