she had been living in sin
that is what they say
who are you to judge?
she alone shall be the jury
and judge of all her actions
she is old to discern
she has to decide
what prayer does she
say at night? for all those years
until one day her man dies
and some say she is now free
free from what?
from her guts she must know
her heart shall tell
we shall be in the funeral
and watch her tears fall
upon the glass of the dead
when everything is over
we all leave one by one
and she will be left again
alone
only to be joined by another
beloved
will he be his new-found
freedom or will he be his
prison cell forever
meanwhile i too shall face
the consequences of my own
self
and this will make me silent too
and at night some prayers will be said
too private, more personal
for i like her, am, too, an individual.
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