A poem reflecting on freedom and bitterness.
Verses of Contrast
He has long been silent. For a while now, he has been joyful. And above all — he has long been free. But you there, like a dog sniffing around, pitiful, bitter to behold. A face overcast, tears trickling down, cleansing the foulness of your conscience.
A Call to Action
As you retreat, without baptism, you are stuck as a scarecrow in the rice field. Now, what are you waiting for? Go. Start the hunt. Do not stop until you fill the baskets with buttocks and chests.
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