I Came

I came

But was driven away

By their hostility

 

For the elite is enmeshed

By a glittering cage that is

Impossible to penetrate

 

A white column,

A woman, I think

She watches me

With a kind of

Vague envy

 

‘Your words are ridiculous

And meaningless,’

She spits.

‘We don’t want to eat your poison’.

 

The rain

Runs down my body

And cools my skin

Someday, I’m sure,

Someone will take me in.