You know, I live alone and barely mobile in a suburb
that is so busy and active, just like a city!
But its shopwindows don’t get my sympathy
I know who I am, so I live by necessity
My immigrant feet lived youth in my native land
It was only when I was past forty that I moved, understand?
Did my homeland forgive me that I did abscond?
I can reassure it that it has my unwavering bond
Did the leaders of the new land have knowledge of what I fated?
Did they ever conjecture how I was educated?
God has barely travelled, but he encapsulates the whole expanse
Those innocents with belief in falsehoods, he forgives as victims of circumstance!
He knows that history has been maligned and been manipulated by the underhand
His resilience and patience have given them unobvious reprimand
Do you sympathise with the justice of the God who humbly made himself small?
Do they think if they blindfold and defraud him, they will master all?
Each one expects him to do them favours, is that what you all want as your score?
God knows he is conditioned by the need of the hour, and nothing more!
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