Should restraint be my only violence?: A poem 

You know I have been gifted with so much patience, 

that I keep making restraint my only violence 

Even as my prudence defeats my justice, 

and I much loathe to be evil’s unwilling but compelled accomplice 

Does a tight-rope walker ever lose his balance? 

Does the encompassing treachery disturb his nonchalance? 

I have my dissertations all but folded 

because God never asks from you, he has all beholden 

Can love find dignity in the sacrifice of love? 

Can dignity of sacrifice manifest as its own enemy over and above? 

You can’t blame God’s discretion as vilification 

Can you imagine how much is God subject to treason? 

If you understand His self-subordination and sublimation, 

because he is aware that omnipotence is not the greatest existence 

He selflessly goes all and every distance 

to keep the fires burning, of your souls’ sustenance 

And sometimes, I just can’t help ruing this sacrifice I must face 

that, can I have any reprieve and freedom from such fate? 

But could evil and treachery ever fall out of date?