Cover thine self, the tender eye
Nothing evil thou can see;
The turn of friend, the act of foe
Cover thine self let evil be.
Block thine self, ears, let silence be
No moans of pain thou should hear;
The cries of sorrow, howls of hurt
Block thine self, long live fear.
Bind thine self, formidable tongue
Uttering good is not for thee;
No kind words, no sighs of love
Bind thine self, let lies roam free.
Still thine self, justful feet
Save thine self alone in the gale;
The depressed soul, trodden upon
Still thine self, let unjust prevail.
Hark! The bells call me there,
To bid farewell to my heart, once dear;
The time has come to put on the dress
Drenched in blood, soaked in tears.
The killing was done in self-defense-
The society embraces with hand now wide;
“You stab me in the hope to love
And may you live”, my conscience sighed.