Thorns

Emblazoned by thorns I scorn in the sun
Impaled by a miscreant folk
On the pillory of derisiveness

Their derision clangs in my ears
Like the bell

Which tolls for my execution
Their incomparable hypocrisy
Whips my senses
When they acclaim me
Like a martyr

The insight overtakes me
That I waste away and suffer
For a pride they
Do not deserve

My blood and sweat shall meld into
A wrenching stream to drown them
And to demonstrate them my everlasting dignity
Which is even now able to let them perish at any time