Forgiveness Francisco Nsabimana

FORGIVENESS

Francisco Nsabimana

Boiled poison, with its dried essence Waving melodies Of killed strangers A heart that suffers in the thickened Hands of a ranger A move marked by the hairy Anger of a cheetah, long Adventures of a smocked error.

Forgiveness, a tea that knows no kettle A stamp that goes freely with no signature Forgiveness, a stinking liquid that is Forcibly let out of the bottle to Soothe the wound of a heart, of a soul

A cat let out of a bag and sent into The jackals of rats. Forgiveness, a ray, a say, that Shines a way in a reddened day

Forgive me when I killed and distorted your Emotions When I hacked your chance and Pressed Ammonia in your nostrils And shifted your lingering and exhumed branched oxygen... I hereby pledge to never do it again.

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