I want to leave but can’t
Someone took
A hammer and a nail and struck it
Through my earlobe to the doorpost.
I didn’t choose to be enslaved.
I have to leave but shan’t.
A crook
Stole my master’s meat and kept it
Leaving me guilty for his vanished trust,
A helpless situation now engraved
Upon the doorpost which they want
To look
Bloody for all to pelt with stones, to spit
Upon my gabardine with misspent lust,
Upon this weakling, dumb, depraved.
LRH 2.25.06,
Ex.20, the law misused.
Linda Hepner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voiceless-in-gaza/
