I just rediscovered this poem, my fellow PCV and good friend Tanim, wrote for me. Check it:
Light is the Way that people pray
Yet easy burns the match that engulfs this bed of hay
Burnt becomes the skin, the flames will sickly sear
Hollow are their eyes, intently as they leer
Strung tight the rope, ready to embrace what they fear
Am I not their Christian brother?
Raised and loved as by a mother?
Hate me not for what I am
For lost is the truth of what makes a man
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