Oh Infidel, look what tragedy you have wrought
because of your selfishness you gave no thought.
Well intentioned, the ‘fixer’ went out to heal,
dispensing ‘love’ and a mental self haven for the
neglected, the lonely, for his own appeal.
The hearts soared, the minds healed, the bodies
hummed with the release of restraints.
But, there was a problem of paying the piper. Of
coming back to Earth, of seeing the wreckage one
‘I never meant to…’ ‘I am so sorry’ is of no use
given the devastation and abuses.
To loved ones here and over there, excuses
are offered up, as I stare into a cup. My excuses
ring hollow in light of the grief.
What comes of all this pain, of the dear hearts?
On my knees, begging for redemption, I see
the sorted parts. I see no relief.
I see what I have wrought, I see what I carried
all this long while. The little boy inside striving
to find comfort, but not realizing the harm
from all the conniving.
Love, respect, compassion are admirable,
but never enough of an excuse for the Infidel
fixer seeking to skirt the unbearable.
A power looks down to guide one back from the
abyss. A wreckage strewn along I cannot miss.
Redemption not to forget, but perhaps someday
for all, a higher bliss?