Forgive Foes Poem by John Sensele

At the earliest opportunity, melt the anger
That tears your attitude
Towards a fertile future which gets stronger
To raise your social status to the next limpid latitude.

At the earliest opportunity, choose love over retribution
That blocks blessings
Meant to grant you salvation
As you land in paradise where your guardian angel for you sings.

At the earliest opportunity, forgive lost sheep
Who by default embrace duplicity
As dark demons their minds sweep
Into a sea of adoration antiquity.

At the earliest opportunity, pray for detractors
Who conspire to wreck the work of your hands
In efforts to supply sordid stories to subtractors
Driven by envy and jealousy to wave wicked wands.