Hymn Of The
Wanted Lives

My brother wanted some kind of freedom,
So I murdered his wife.
My sister wanted some kind of closure,
So I locked her underground.
My lover wanted some kind of coupling,
So I sold her into prostitution.
My friend wanted some kind of communication,
So I sewed my mouth to his.
My father wanted some kind of thanks,
So I worshipped him as a god.
My mother wanted some kind of discipline,
So I chained myself to the tallest tree
In the world, and never sinned again.
My teacher wanted some kind of recognition,
So I took his job. Easily enough.
My uncle wanted some kind of rude joke,
So I told him the one about the devil,
And he wept in horror.
My enemies wanted some kind of victory,
So I placed my hands beneath
Their feet and fell on my sword, and
With me being dead, they had gained
Nothing.
But I had changed the lives of many.

 
Henri Pearson

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