about him

yerreyyerrey Posts: 183
edited October 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
If summoned by the king, I will spit in his face
I didn’t need anyone to die for my mistakes
That’s what accountability is for
I tremble, I must admit, when I see my face;
but not at the thought of standing exposed for him to see his own mistakes
Shall his verdict be negative, I will be at ease
For I will look down to my extremities
And be at home in what I have been burdened with all along
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