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)