The sound of the fury
Was deafening
The critical opprobrium
They had generated
Was pure humiliation
It was infuriating
Because
This public denunciation
Was nothing but accusations
As they turned their backs
Locked their doors
Closed the gates
Behind me
Making their intentions clear
I was abandoned
Forsaken
Stranded
Without a home
A country
Left on my own
I had no hero
I had no friend
I had no one
To say otherwise
No proposal was on the table
Just angry words
Yelling for me to leave
With only the clothes on my back
No money
No food
To survive on
There was no humanity
In no one
No one cared
As long as
I was not amongst them
I was a throwaway
Thrown out like Monday’s trash
But wait this is Sunday
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