Who are you?

I was the beggar in the road,

I was dirty, hungry with ragged clothes.

I am the person you kicked on the head

The filthy black pavement was my bed.

I was the woman you raped and you choked

You thought I was dead, I had my eyes closed.

I was the train driver when you jumped down

I couldn’t just stop, I still see your frown.

I am the Jew whom you thought was rich.

You knocked of my glasses and smashed them to bits

T,he temple was broken the synagogues burned 

In the cathedrals nothing was learned. 

Everything done is recorded by God.

I am the baby on whose mother you trod