Revenge
Frail and haltingYet with an iron core
Obviously indigent
She walked unaided
Along this hall of honor
Leading to the kitchen
Portraits of past directors
Hung at precise intervals
A synopsis of their deeds
On parchment below
She stood at each and
Read the document then
Slowly with a black spray
paint can"X'd each picture
Then moved on to the next
Finally subdued by a guard
She sat quietly awaiting
Law and justice
Her mind recalling a time
Long past
When she began the dream
Which others called a vision
That the hungry must be fed
Her kitchen open to all
Her passion was her undoing
Her kitchen grew and attracted
Those who valued empires
More than indigents
They brought her funds and plans
She declined at first fearful
But finally acquiesced
In favor of her need to feed her charges
Insidiously they worked to push her from
Her leadership claiming her lack
Of organizational skills
Was harming all she had accomplished.
They promised growth and care
But delivered structure and bureaucracy
The indigents those she helped so well
Knew the game and disappeared
The organization claimed
Their absence proved its success
To satisfy their need for recognition
They created this hall and awarded
Each successive director
A portrait a place of honor
Except for her.
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2013-03-08 at 12:24
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