Forgiveness is your own measure, not anyone else’s: A poem 

You may think forgiveness is your pearl 

that you may bequeath to an enemy 

so, he can adorn as his own gem 

There is more courage in being brave, 

in the ability to call a spade a spade 

Nonchalance is the spirit of the greatest age 

when you believe: receive what one deserves 

For magnanimity should not involve undermining 

one’s soul; You are a native of your own soil 

You have the right to burn your own oil 

There is no blame of witchcraft in a fortress 

of a wizard who, his own self-worth, respects 

Be it known to the world that beseeches 

it is its own convenience for which it reaches 

You must never be the heart that commits the sin 

of hypocrisy, to please brethren, and vindicate the villain 

And you must realise that there are few words 

for treason; and fewer still, for it to be forgiven 

Be it known that he who knocks your door for mercy 

only because he has no agility, but swollen feet 

if he had the opportunity and power to 

would his treachery sodomisingly repeat