The Rue

This is
beyond tears beyond
prayer this
my mistake will
last for ever and
regret will dog my
shoulder looking back
at the rape and sack of
my own city - I am a
fool of the first order
worn-down by
border patrols and
questioning - I did not
trust when it was needed
and trusted when
unwarranted; I have
mistaken my way
through my own life and
rue its day.
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