Memoirs of an Exile

And I am no longer a citizen in your republic

As if total pitch-black darkness has descended

And I am no longer afforded the protection of the warmth

Of your affection

My residence has been revoked

And I have been forfeited of my belongings

I who was once the general in your army

Is now court-martialed and stripped of rank

I was once your great beloved poet

But now my pages are empty, the ink has dried

And my hands are cuffed in chains of despair

The days when I was free to sing my songs to you are now gone

I still sing, but you could not hear them

In your sound proof soul

I am an exile, destined to be a foreigner

Till the end of my days in your kingdom

For even as you have loved me as you never had

It was your own love that exiled me to be away.