Saturday, August 23, 2025

Let Them Misunderstand by Devi Nina Bingham

Who can claim to know me through and through?

None listened, always knowing more

harsh prayers from a sacrosanct pew

even she whom I adored.


My dreams and laboring time is passing by

amid betrayals that sting and bring woe

as the moon cloaks the disk of the sun as it shines

dark winds blow.


Who can claim to know another's heart?

people of immeasurable pride

weary boned and torn apart

mute until they died.


Labor no longer beneath a burdensome hand

betrayal and tears have freed me

let them all misunderstand

I now live carefree. 







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