Not Ours

those you have swindled
me or you must have known too well
that we do not sue
or those that angered us
surely must hear no angry words from us
or those who hate us
shall never feel the hate that they expected us to return
for we make the difference
we believe that anger has its own venom
revenge its own claws of destruction
hate its own mode of self-destruction
not us to judge somehow
or act but the
Furies, the gods,
and for us who believe in One Light
and One Path
One God,
it is all His, Not Ours
to Judge
or kill.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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