Each day before night leaves
as we’re herded into the fields, we pray
to endure Angka’s lashes,
in the course of his rage.
When night’s darkness arrives, again we pray
to be spared
to breathe and to see the sun-
Then, countless times, we give in.
Our wretched souls ask to leave,
to be taken away to the world beyond,
where pain ceases to exist.