The mouths that praised me now curse me behind,
The stomachs I fed burn with jealousy.
The legs I once guided toward the light,
Now long to kick me into darkness.
The hands I held through the hardest storms,
Withdrew when I reached for help.
The hearts I comforted brought me sorrow,
The minds I opened forgot my name.
The ones who one needed once me vanished when I did,
Those I loved most turned away in hate.
The good deeds were twisted into wrong,
My skills, once helped many, were dismissed as flaws.
The words I spoke to lift others high,
Left me buried in distress.
The loyalty I held like a sacred ground,
Was trampled cold by betrayal.
The respect I gave to a chosen few
Was returned with silence and disrespect.
I was ready to die for some;
They wouldn't lose a single strand of hair.
Even the lion in the jungle,
Doesn't spare the good-hearted.
Such are people on this earth;
And we must live with that truth.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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