Do you talk to me of love,
insisting on its magnanimity?
I consign your persuasion as triviality
I know that my virtue is in discerning
the repleteness of love and feel above
the lewdness of fake demonstration
Do you talk of compassion,
when I have learnt to discriminate
with a solemn unretractable passion?
Ask the Church to continue its impotent absolution
Not me! I need no wealth of acknowledgement,
no worldly backslapping to comply such forgiveness
I can swear I have been restraint, not revenge
I was tolerant, but still tenacious
Patience, in itself, has the strength to pulverise perversity
I was such armour to confront the most humiliating adversity
It must be known that humility has its limits
Courage must do what it deems circumstance befits
Should connivance think it can forever lock horns with the almighty?
Even when blindfolded and overburdened,
Atlas can outlast and cutlass the treachery!
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