I am sad
For how the world has gone.
But you don't know why.
If I were to tell you,
You might say
That I was intolerant
Or bigoted
Or blind.
But I am not.
It is not a sin
To believe
That one thing is better
Than another.
And I do not hate you
If I believe
That you are wrong.
It is my right
To mourn for you.
It is a prerogative
Which does not require
Your approval.
And I am content
To do so quietly.
Would to God
That you would
Mourn for yourself!
But in the absence
Of that sorrow
Which you lack,
I will grieve
In your behalf...
For I am sad.
