Don't Call Me a Traitor Tonight
(inspired by Agha Shahid Ali's "Tonight")
Written in Political Science Class on 18/09/10
I am the brooding silhouette by the window,
I am the sliver in the darkness,
A refugee in the prison of belief,
There is one of me, there are more of me,
I am bending, sweeping the streets of my own memory,
Now, picking up the fragments of my own history.
My reality convicted me, it was my imagination that pardoned,
At the gallows of my own conscience, I die a happy man.
Layla, don't call me a traitor tonight
Layla, don't call me a traitor tonight.