Sonnet No 8

The backs have turned on me as they have turned on you, They've drawn throughout my face all evil marks they knew, And now they seem to see my whites as if they're black, My every gift is met as if it was attack. So what do they expect of me to be divine? To let them hurt me on and on and say it's fine? To follow Jesus and to turn another cheek? Or to be locked away from them and named a freak? Lamentably I see what made your wings go dark, I do not judge you for it's them who drawn the mark, The evil mark upon your face. While all we needed then, Was sympathetic hug to make us see again. Forgive me for I judged the evil brute you are, Forgive me for I judged you only from afar.