A Testament

Is it a testament to what we said
That people now avoid us? When we claimed
Our pills were stolen, was the neighbour blamed
And later, blameless, innocent, found dead?
Or did our colleagues, filled with hope and dread,
Discovered to be plotting, unashamed,
Turn on us? We were shunned, we were defamed,
We were rebuffed, resented, mocked, misled.

Our neighbour was found dead, unpleasantly,
But being dead won't make him innocent.
Opposed to love, foe of the indigent,
He hated with implacability
The whole world. He was bored with living free:
Ready to die, without a testament.