I've done things I'm not proud of, in my life;
Hurt people badly, terrorized their friends,
Sowed endless anger and encouraged strife,
And used good people for unworthy ends;
I've torn a husband from his family home
To make him kill, and mutilate the dead;
I've driven children from the warmth to roam
In frozen snowbanks; I have even led
Entire armies to despoil lands
That should have been their allies, rightfully,
And turned fair pastures into desert sands,
Or bodies of fresh water into sea;
I did it all for you; how can you say
You hate me now, and slowly turn away?
No comments:
Post a Comment