from the persecuted 

Although I’ve suffered many years  

subjected to degrading might, 

I won’t presume to blame my peers. 

Their sense of justice thought it right 

to try a guy who paid his dues 

while subject to the law and draft. 

Forget my Mom who saw me lose 

my civil rights while yokels laughed 

at watching me endure disgrace. 

I reckon being decent folk  

they’ll also relish losing face 

while their own loved ones bear the yoke 

of fear and shame imposed on me.  

But I don’t wish them parity.