Sad

I am sadFor how the world has gone.But you don't know why.If I were to tell you,You might say That I was intolerantOr bigotedOr blind.But I am not.It is not a sinTo believeThat one thing is betterThan another.And I do not hate youIf I believeThat you are wrong.It is my rightTo mourn for you.It is a prerogativeWhich does not requireYour approval.And I am content To do so quietly.Would to God That you would Mourn for yourself!But in the absenceOf that sorrow Which you lack,I will grieve In your behalf...For I am sad.