From the Poem the Repentance of Judas by Iraqi poet Baland Haydari (my translation):
"Oh, my little ones
I know that my shame
is a story that flows
from house to house
I know
that whenever winter
is wrapped around fire
and lips pass by a name
like mine
they mentioned my sin
my sin is a dagger that
sinks deep inside the heart
of my little ones
I know
what my palms have
stolen
and what my hands have
built
from palaces for my future
have become mere evidence
for my destruction
I know
that what I have accumulated
at night
and from the woes of the innocent
and the poor
from blood that was spilled to
satisfy my evil
have become today
in the light
witnesses for my collapse
I know
that my people's veins
are eaten by hate
whenever they see in me
the monster that smashed
its rights
whenever they see in me
the night that blocked its path
I know
what a monster
what a night
I was, my people, to you
I know
how I dropped you on the road
and left you with only hunger
and destruction
oh, my little ones
what is the use of my apology
when I even burned the house of
my neighbor
my little ones
the verdict of death
will not erase my shame
from my forehead
because here...
one thousand dead
and here...
one thousand in prison
and here...
one thousand children who
only attained my prisons
I know
that the verdict of death
will not erase my shame
so denounce me,
my little ones
and abandon me
leave a curse crawling
through history
from fire to fire
maybe it will wash
my shame"