Martyrdom V Exile

Don’t ask why I wasn’t there

All the time

If ever

Don’t ask whether I chose to be

In another place

Don’t ask

Take your glory

For being there

For being a martyr

But don’t ask

Why I wasn’t there

Don’t expect me to

To praise your self-righteousness

Or to think my feelings

Were less than yours

My sorrow is of a different kind

And you will never know

You are too concerned with

Playing a saint

 

 

 

 

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