“[I]t is hard to live with the fact that the nightmare has become my actual life.”
—Monica Benicio
I dreamt of you last night, a man
Whom I but know because the news—
And you are hated, even than
Some other, more because your views
On justice and equality:
The men who hate, would have you die,
Entrenched deep in hypocrisy
Because they richly reap thereby.
It augured worried days ahead,
The dream, but only time will tell
If such a murder brings you dead
To heaven, casting them to hell.
Whom I but know because the news—
And you are hated, even than
Some other, more because your views
On justice and equality:
The men who hate, would have you die,
Entrenched deep in hypocrisy
Because they richly reap thereby.
It augured worried days ahead,
The dream, but only time will tell
If such a murder brings you dead
To heaven, casting them to hell.
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