Not My Right To Avenge Or Derange Poem by John Sensele

I decline to despair
Although life sometimes gets unfair
It can't beat the power of devout prayer

On which I forever rely
When temptation makes me cry
But I try never to ask why

The school of hard knocks
Chiming on time like clocks
Which can't give me comforting talks

When heartbroken
Also forsaken
Like a yellow chicken

I conceal my shame in my inferiority cocoon
At sunup, mid-morning and at noon
In spiritual matters, it's a still a great boon

God in his omnipotence on me showers
Mathematical and social powers
In miracle hours whose showers

Give me a reason to go on
To fight anew in a confident tone
Without any opportune moment blown

As from the bottom of my heart I believe
Sorrow I take, happiness to the less privileged I give
And foes bitter and fitter I dare to forgive

Ultimately, it's for God to revenge
Arrange and challenge
While I possess no right any trespasses to avenge or order to derange.