Voice of Treason
The oath to your nation writhes,
cries, crawls and falls.
I’ve been courting your enemies,
meeting behind closed doors.
It’s not through your failings that
I turn to them; in truth, I’ve begun to
enjoy our recurring civil wars.
Let it be known:
I take no pleasure in my deceit,
nor do I turn to her out of greed.
My heart rules my brain,
as your image fills my head, believe
me please, I didn’t mean this pain.
Switzerland cannot always be my name,
the law of the land states I need to choose
a place to rest, and call my home.
Sweetest England lazes by my side,
easing the passing of each day
while Sensuous Russia spurs
creativity and my emotive side
Intelligent conversation, deep
philosophical debate, humour
and comedy runs rampant
across both sides of my border lands.
Simply: I have too much love to give;
stringing you both along just isn’t fair,
If possible I’d choose the two of you;
or neither, or either/or . . .
The cursed fact is that I may be better off alone.