13.5x10 inches; Pen and ink over graphite pencil on tinted drawing paper (Click on image to enlarge)
It's not guilt or a tug of war
Between the heart and the head,
Neither a moral check mate!
But what it is, is a ticking reminder
Of my most intimate dread,
Of becoming like those I hate
Enslaved by fame, greed and power
Throttling my humanity dead!
Better to suffer this thorn in my fate
Than to become a vicious gardener,
Growing thorns in every flower bed!
