Who is poor like the bodies
Which are cold and dead
Because even their lives
Belong to the band (??)
Whose nerves are spoiled
Whose clothes always wet
Whose parents were burnt
Whose brothers went mad
Whose fate is dark
Who is looking for light
Whose friend has stolen
His shoes in the night
Whose uniformed head
Is full of ideas
Whose heart is of stone,
Whose eyes have no tears
Who is hungry and thirsty
And tired of life
And who wrote this poem
Has got twenty five (lashes)