I will never morph my dignity: A poem 

I have never morphed my dignity 

to make pieces, faeces out of me 

All these instant revelations fit my bones 

And I have shunned the evil encumbering me, and shone! 

The solar emblems of stars have known 

I belong to the very first ember and spark 

There was a blind light even in, the before, dark 

I have eternally glittered in the alone, alone 

like a strong, precious, unmutated stone 

Never mind, hesitant loyalty and fearful sympathy 

is all the respect I get for my sacrifice, which is for free  

There is no bravery in all of you to fit my shoe 

But I have known strength in the suffering, yes, I do! 

There is no path ahead for a straitjacketed brave fool 

Paradise becomes parody in the encompassing treacherous Saint Paul’s school 

The lot of you are terrified unproductive mules 

How my helpless courage is immaterial wool?!!