You are alone with yourself
It’s not true
A whole court is with you
A prosecutor and a counsel for the defense
They quarrel about you
Guilty not guilty
Guilty says the prosecutor
You admit he is right
It’s natural
But the counsel for the defense
Talks quite sensibly too
The head turns from side to side
And only you don’t know
What to think of yourself
Always sentence yourself to death
And grant a reprieve
Finally you get bored
With the game of conscience
Sleep
In the morning God
Will give you back your soul
Freshly mended and laundered
Let’s just hope
You won’t get somebody else’s
-- translated by Grazyna Drabik & David Curzon
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