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1,000 Times, Again

It is true, what they say: 'ignorance IS bliss! '-
If I hadn't protested when I experienced the same, I would be remiss!
Hitler once offered: 'the bigger the lie, the more people will believe it! '-
Sometimes, it is one so audacious, you would never conceieve it!

I was purloined from all, by another's failing,
How could she not 'see' her mind was destructively ailing! ? !
Where was my aegis, why was none fastly offered-
Why, when I needed it so, was it maliciously coffered! ? !

I am a man of ideals, who values greatly the most basic principle-
Alas, to speak the truth, you neglected something so simple!

All who know you have been made the worse
By your negligent handling of your mental curse!
You believed your rudimentary knowledge of a warped jurisprudence
Would subvert true justice's inevitable occurence! !
How singularly naive of you, to assume
That truth, waylaid by paranoia, would not resume!

Initially, upon consult, some surely advised
That I look past it all, even what they despised;
Yet, your despicable behavior continued, unabated
Until you transmogrified from 'my love', to someone I hated!

You did not only, from me and others, abscond;
You've removed temporarily our Daughter's paternal bond;
No longer have we privity, to her inspiring grace-
We must 'thoughtfully admire' her, from our far away place!

The material objects that you thieved
Matter very little, it is their memories I grieve!
Their replacement is but a monetary matter-
That, and an intrepid, global consumer's gather!

I am not your only victim, just its most obvious-
There is no '6 degrees of separation' from your actions, most devious!
Yet, you are not the sole perpetrator, many are vicariously, to blame-
The part the played in all of this, is a God-forsaken shame!
For their part, they too, shall be made to present answer
For what has metastacized as a most virulent Cancer! !

God does certainly work in a mysterious way,
He challenges me, yet my Faith has ne'er strayed;
He ensures I know of evil and all of its doers,
To allow that my appreciation of its antithesis ever endures;
He caused for me to make court, with the Devil herself-
For lament and heartache, that for many moons, I have felt-
So that whence He proffered my Faith's reward,
It was not until He was satisfied, it had endured!

Just as surly and displeasing as was my past-
So too, beautiful and inspiring is its reward-sure to last,
As its presence supplants, with each passing moment,
The contempt of my mind and my heart's lament!

Had I known my reward, in advance of my grievous pain-
I should want for naught, in fact, I would do it 1,000 times, again!

Maurice Harris,20 March 2010

poem by Maurice Harris
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