16 Dec 2016 – Repentance

No one understands these lines.
Sickened at the sties of swine,
fed on first-class slops and swills,
smiling servers, dressed to kill,
saying “it’s all you can eat!”
“Want an after-dinner treat?”

“Swine thou art – shall ever be!”
So they spoke, seducing me.
“Truly it is meet and right –
come and wallow here each night!”
Praying for a broken fence,
fearful need now drives me hence.

Once I was a little child,
innocent of wounding wiles,
’til I learned, myself, to talk.
Now I don’t care who may mock –
here in lands hate tears apart –
I want back that childlike heart.

~

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