You tell me that I cannot drag you in.
That you, when certain matters were discussed,
Were being shown around the house by Lyn.
You say I’m bending facts, betray a trust.
It’s me betrayed when you rescript that day
And run for cover now the whistles blown
Indignantly disclaiming all I say
To leave me under fire, to stand alone.
What happened to your seething indignation
At doubtful goings-on, dishonesty?
Who urged that we exposed the situation
But now knows nothing and abandoms me?
Four pushed me forward but the other three,
Bowing to pressure, quickly thought it best
To find excuse to let the matter be.
Now you slide out from under with the rest.
Sweet hypocrite! You drape Christian veneer
On breach of faith, self-righteously aver
It’s not a woman’s place to interfere.
And YOU forgive ME? Judas plays the martyr!