I had got away, that was my victory.
The real quarrel had began to burgeon in me then-
I thought of how it wrapped me and those around me,
All stooped by a Fear of religion,
Fear of phantoms, Fear of ridicule,
Fear of hunger, Fear of Annihilation,
Fear of their own deeply ingrained aggression.
That can only strike a blow at each other,
Not having the innate authority to strike at those who are higher.
Pity arose-
For land too often denuded,
For people reluctant to admit.
That is why I leave.
Because I beg to differ.
Because I dread a psychological choke.
The person you are is anathema to the person you would like to be!
