it is now time to turn the tables
on you who did me wrong
i will let you feel the pain
you caused me for no reason
i will do more than you did
there is a premium for lost time
and i waited this long
face to face, we now are
how do you feel to be so down
where is the cunning smile
and your evil stance
if i stump your feet right now
would you kick me high
i guess not, fat chance
confined to a chair
you can no more run
oh i love to see those eyes
as if pleading for pain to go
and the past hit me in an instant
i felt my blood rushed
i want you crushed
no turning back
but as i looked at you now
a living dead, unable to fight
the bitterness in me melted
i did not exact my vengeance
you did it to yourself
and i am freed of hatred
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem