You who wronged a simple man <br />Bursting into laughter at the crime, <br />And kept a pack of fools around you <br />To mix good and evil, to blur the line, <br /> <br />Though everyone bowed down before you, <br />Saying virtue and wisdom lit your way, <br />Striking gold medals in your honor, <br />Glad to have survived another day, <br /> <br />Do not feel safe. The poet remembers. <br />You can kill one, but another is born. <br />The words are written down, the deed, the date. <br /> <br />And you’d have done better with a winter dawn, <br />A rope, and a branch bowed beneath your weight.<br /><br />Czeslaw Milosz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-who-wronged/
