Revenge is a dish
best served cold.
forgiveness is a feast
meant to feed us all.
When fear replaces hope,
and impulse thoughtfulness,
death becomes
the boon companion
of he who wields the sword
to decapitate infants,
shoots the gun
to annihilate a people,
or sets the fire
to decimate a place.
There is no saving grace.
There is no promise of immortality
to be fulfilled in hateful commonplace.
There is only disgrace.
Personal value, human value,
no longer take the stage,
nor takes a bow, by those enraged.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Forgiveness is a feast for all.
Where it can be found,
nor how,
I no longer know.
But search I must,
before we all turn to dust.
annarino writes 