IN A TRAGIC SITUATION 3

Let bygones be bygones from the heart

Let the chips fall where they may,

For manners make possibly in light

We can’t tell even when we cry.

They are not seers to predict their future

Even when they do evil to the innocent blood.

Guilty of themselves doom will judge their measure

Abomination will one time hold them to the cloud.

The curses of the tormented in their attacks will grow

The pressure on them will panic their graves to roll.

Our hearts are trembling in the human-caused fire we blow

Their souls and bodies will be burnt live on earth and in hell.

The child of a thief will be freed from the shaming parents,

Fate will ever force them to read my poems to appreciate all poets.