Determine whatever it is you wish,
Between the available options left...
Provided to you to negotiate.
You can either leave through the exit.
Unaided.
Or...
You can choose to be ushered through it.
'But...
From my point of view,
I see those options...
As having really none from which to choose.'
Again you offer nothing but excuses.
Patience once given to you is no longer there.
And a tolerance for your presence,
Has already exhausted benefits of doubt.
No more are there to spare.
'But...
Your reaction to me is not Christian.'
I know.
However...
You should not let that interfere,
With the making of your decision.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem