Come and sit down at my table,
Take a deep breath and relax.
Say a tiny prayer but keep it
to yourself.
Can’t offend the
non-believers,
Cannot thank our Benefactor,
Can’t let others think that
We’re the freaky zealots that
they fear.
Seems a pity, keeping
secrets,
Feels like lying in effect,
Breaking bread with those who
loathe us and despise
Every nuance of our being,
Every breath our lungs may
draw,
Every word our lips might
whisper in their ear.
If we are to make a
difference
We must penetrate their camp,
Must lay bare the fallen
idols of despair.
We must be the best example,
Must rise above the rest,
Let our actions be the only
thing they hear.
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