Accusing me of complicity
In its sad barrenness
For was it not I who told you to
Leave me alone! To not write,
To not look back but go onward!
You took me at my word, heartless
Beast that you are, not stopping
To think of us who would be left alone
What gives you the right to seek
Greener pastures when the cows at
Home go unmilked and miserable?
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