Fall From Grace Poem by John I Nash

This space is no longer your place; we have judged you a disgrace. Matters not the good you have done in the past, we have judged you no longer fit, that was our task.

We do not care about the torment that we caused in your life, we wish you nothing but ill, so be still so that we may slander you at will.

We do not want to hear your defense you are guilty makes no difference, easier to cast you aside in disgrace than come to your aid as a comrade; we want no association with you.

Hang your head low, so that we may give you another blow, know that we are superior to you, having made no transgression.

We want to spoil any future chance of success you may have so we spread the word to one and all about your fall.

We whisper, but we want you to hear the half truths so that we can wound you once more.

Our turn will come but yours is here and no mercy will be shown, for fear that you will be there, when we FALL FROM GRACE and face disgrace.