Spare a tear for the Altruist

I'm always a little self conscious about this poem as I wrote it in the Summer of 1995, just as I was coming out to be a visible campaigner, and as the harsh reality of that hit me. I was terribly aware of what that step meant for me personally, as a woman who had maintained quite a private life and low profile till then. I tried to imagine how I might feel at the other end of the story .. when the work was done and everyone carried on as normal, leaving tha campaigners washed out and wondering, "What Next?". Foolish me. Of course, I failed to realise that the work is never done.

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