Vengeance : A Poem

Every time I feel the impulse to plot revenge fantasies, I remember what Jesus said to Pontius Pilate “You would have no authority over Me unless it were given to you from above. Therefore the one who handed Me over to you is guilty of greater sin.

Every time some one sticks a dagger down your gut, just remember its because GOD allowed it, therefore you needn’t be angry at the person who did that to you. I wrote this poem to help me remember something personal, so if you don’t get it, its because, I would prefer not sharing it with the world. But if you can read between the lines the message is clear



Cold-pressed by this solitude of an uncanny vanity
I stare at the horizon in quiet contemplation
Ruminating the vicissitude of an aeon gone by
Of things gained but lost in time

Nonchalant and nondescript,
In a world impoverished by abject apathy
Where once was quiet repose,
has been drowned by the obsequiousness of ignominy

Here I am, the monologue in a dialog
My voice drowned by the clamor of the masses
Lulled into the lassitude of wasted assays
A metronome for the usury of legal wranglers

For as they merrily jaunt at the misery of their stooge
They vault themselves to the mercy of their maker
For it is inscribed in the ancient of times,
that vengeance is mine, I will repay.

Written By: Prashant Thomas

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