Strange, this burden seems lesser,
Than the burden of the poor.
Betrayed by my friend - so will they say,
Alas!!! I understand your pressures my friend.
I did not seek crowning glory,
Yet I have this crown eating into my head.
Nail after nail pierces my body,
I see my mother desolate and my father shattered.
One final spiteful thrust.....
Will a thousand lives like mine
Cleanse your souls?
