A TRAITOR I AM NOT

A traitor I am not but hunger is a

traitorA traitor I am not but disease is a

traitor

Humiliation is treacherous

and poverty is a traitorAnd what shall I do

with all these betrayals gathered within me?

A traitor I am not but hunger is a

traitorA traitor I am not but disease is a

traitor

Humiliation is treacherous

and poverty is a traitorAnd what shall I do

with all these betrayals gathered within me?

And who stalks me and who libels me?

Who asserts dominion over me

Who charges my terrible guilt?

None other than Kings of Treachery

and Princes of Heresy

A heretic I am not. It is you who blasphemes me

Buried in my house, and not able to emigrate because

You eat the morsel from out of my mouth and your food is laid

before you comradeIf to tell the plain truth is heresy then perhaps I too am a heretic

Yet a traitor I am not. Only hunger and disease

are traitorsAnd a heretic I am not.

Humiliation and poverty are heretics

And who stalks me and who libels me?

Who asserts dominion over me

Who charges my terrible guilt?

None other than Kings of Treachery

and Princes of Heresy