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....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem reminds me of godfather