Forgiveness Poem by Ebhodaghe Godstime

What you forgive
Can not make a list
And if one can not come through
You can not count two
Seventy times(X) seven by the book
Is too long for joy to mull
The liberal soul shall be made fat
Also says the book.

Settle for war with bloodshed
It's deep to cry without tears
Repulsion shrinks and kill within
To sew offense and wear the bruises
Too much a burden oh fragile being

Pain to hold, strength to let go
To breathe we fret as frail
Comma is peace and free
Why should the living burden
When enough suffix not
If pride was right
Let's make it thrive in what is right

War is pride surrender is wise
To live to die is worse
To die to live is trust