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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the inner square</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the inner square<br>just outside the police station<br>a little group stands around a drum<br>in which coals are burning<br>and flames are shooting up<br>in the dark night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Between them a man is standing, <br>holding out his hands<br>to get them warm<br>and above them the stars are bright<br>like lights in the night<br>but the moon <br>has a strange colour that particular night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A woman constable walking past<br>stops and asks the man: <br> “Are you not one of those wild men<br>who are following the prisoner? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s as if the eyes<br>of every policeman around the fire<br>like search lights fall on him<br>and he shakes his head decidedly<br>and draws the cap lower over his head<br>to get hot and avoid their stares. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I really do not know him. Do not even know<br>the reason why you have captured him. Just came<br>to get some heat from the fire<br>and what injustice lies in this? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The women constable frowns<br>and walks away with swaying hips<br>and he remark about the way<br>that she walks, <br>which makes the other men around the fire laugh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and through the open door<br>of the police station<br>he notices how somebody inside<br>hits the prisoner through the face<br>and it’s almost<br>as if he feels it in his own face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Friend, you are not from here<br>and looks just as ruff as him, ”<br>one of the constables says jokingly<br>and his tooth glitters white<br>for his own joke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This time the man is much more definite<br>and worry is eating at him: <br>“No. Constables, if I would know him<br>by this time you would know me too? <br>You probably know<br>his accomplices? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A constable that was at the arrest<br>comes and stand at the fire<br>and the flames flares up more brightly<br>causing him to see the man<br>between them clearly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> “You talk in the same dialect as the prisoner? <br>Were you not at the arrest? Surely you were there? ”<br>Every policeman and even<br>some of those in the police station<br>is now staring at him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Truly, no. He is totally strange to me! <br>You cannot lay the guilt<br>of that man’s deeds onto just anybody.<br>Just because we maybe comes from the same place.<br>I can say under oath that I do not know him.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His gaze catches that of the prisoner<br>and he sees love<br>and no condemnation<br>and on that hour, minute and second<br>a cock crows<br>and pain rips through him<br>that he has just betrayed the Son of God</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the man walks away from the fire<br>into the night, just blindly<br>and he cries<br>while rain is falling around him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he wonders what it takes<br>to stand for the truth<br>while lightning bolts hits blue-white around him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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a little group stands around a drum
in which coals are burning
and flames are shooting up
in the dark night.

Between them a man is standing, 
holding out his hands
to get them warm
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