'A prophet is without honour in his own country'
Jesus Christ
Oh, lover of sweet honeycombed boys
Lost within a turbulent love
That dare not speak its name
Imprisoned for two years hard labour
In Reading Goal with only a small barred window
Giving a patch of blue to keep you sane.
Dying disgraced and alone in Paris
Crucified without a lover's farewell kiss.
Colin Ian Jeffery
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oscar-wilde-4/
