I do unto you,
What you did to me
Pay you back in tragedy
Revenge has a life of its own
Needs publicity to multiply
Contagious and insidious, festers

Its puss spiling over with emotions
Of hatred and anger, reeking violence
Its wounded pride imagined or real

Seeks pay back and play back, till loss
Of face, is compensated, for a son is dead
And the daughter is wed, to hatred instead

Blood baths and fueds enhanced by proximity
War over property and pride
Hurt you every day, even a thousand miles away

I'll pay you or you pay me, to forgive and forget
Though payment is never enough, high fences
Divorce and separation, a cease fire beget....
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Jay Press 24 December 2006
this poem reminds me of godfather
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