Yearning Poem by Randy McClave

My soul is on fire and it is burning
Retribution my conscience is yearning,
Justice and compensation is not what I seek
Revenge; it is what makes a coward weak,
An eye for an eye I wonder is that true
Is vengeance the action that I must pursue,
Must I take the law into my own hand
Retaliation and satisfaction is what I demand,
Another person’s life I must condemn
I want them to die because of their mayhem,
Upon this life and living I want them to fail
I don’t want them in prison, I want them in hell,
My eyes see red and there is hate in my soul;
But, my heart has not become a piece of coal,
How could I ever live with myself
If I judged and convicted someone else,
My humanity is not dead, and I know not only hate
Do I really want to decide another person’s fate,
To look at them do I truly want them to die
Hope for me is not lost and that I will not deny,
Compassion and forgiveness should be my thought
Peace and truth and relief is what I had sought.

Justice is the answer and it does not make one meek
I must think and pray, and then turn the other cheek.