BACK THEN

When i shook your hand-

Back then,

it was out of respect:

not duty

as most did with you.

Back then,

I thought I knew you

I thought;

We shared great ideas,

Great ideas

That you were different

I silenced the pesmists

And spoke-

At great  length-

I admit

Of how good you were

But your greed hurts me

And regret:

For all the faith

And belief i had,

have turned to disgust.

I SHAKE YOUR HAND

NO MORE.