Esther Cameron

WHEN SOMEONE SAYS G- - - - - -E, EVERYBODY NODS

How convenient is a conscience

That is only roused to sorrow

Against those on whom the cruel

Paints its target, for the present:

What a warm and cozy feeling

To deplore their every action

As they strive against their danger

To psychologize the motives

Of the few who still dare friend them,

And to pose before a mirror

That will never show the portrait

Of a soul by fear corroded,

Nor what looms behind your shoulder

With its knife upraised and gleaming.