Truth is the gift people don't love to accept,
Shuhada, though you realized its worth.
Wide-eyed, shaven artist,
you bore witness to it
and by trying to make others see it too
there were those who rejected you,
even though your voice
was that of an angel,
and your halo made
of righteous flame.
But if to say what you feel
is to dig your own grave, why not then
dig one you can stand to lie in, someday?
Is there a reward for compromise
either in heaven or--? No
no, not even here,
Not for a house in Antigua or
all the fame they can cram you with.
You did not want what
you did not have because you had
your whole soul, and you were right:
we need more tearing up of idols
and binding up of our broken selves.
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