We can’t be forced to join what we abhor
I shall rejoice in the good luck of friends’
success in being bureaucrats effectively
without berating me for failing to succeed,
but such success entails an abnegation
of the me I know I am
I can’t conform in meeting norms, accept
the pain and shame of tacit punishment
conditionally to keep an independent mind,
I’ll never get the accolades I didn’t earn
while I’m confirmed the office dunce
Everything I do and say still contravenes
the rules of protocol; one day, maybe, my
writings will empower the dissidents who
wait for stirring words to make them brave …
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I would like to translate this poem
on the other side, in someone's ranch: we can force the horse to go to the river, but we cant force them to drink. again a nice piece Marga....very powerful poem