The prodigal man,
Like an educated fool,
I had become proud
of riches serving my greed.
In my vanity,
I had disowned my people
and gave myself to an ever discontent world
of hypocrites and unbecoming saints
And though in the privacy of my thoughts,
I had acknowledged my previous life,
it had seemed to me
the feigned shame was much better to parade.
and so I would,
each time to a newer audience of friends, tell
of how I had grown into this man,
without the help of my village people.
I had relished in the folly of hypocrites,
who indeed had loved me with strict criterion,
scraping off what they could from the surface,
and leaving me when it had all withered,
Indifferent of an inner void they were emptying.
Shall I return home,
And eat of my shame no more.
Shall I return home and tell my people,
I had left to pursue so much more
And found absolutely nothing.
Clearly…
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