"March" by Giovanni Dania

March

Thus the punishment for the seekers after truth:
To find out much more than they had ever wanted to.
Thus the sentence for the committed:
To never have that which they desire most.

And when mountains crumble, and when seas evaporate,
Still they lead the lonely life.
And no one upon whom they may call shall give them respite.
They are dregs, they are base refuse,
They are undeserving of happiness.
Thus the price they pay for feeling undying devotion.
There is no room in this world for their faith, their hope, their blind allegiance.
They are unwanted.
They are fools.

Their love shall be matched by loathing.
They will never feel the poison sting of Cupid's arrow.
And they will burn forever.

March 10, 2003