A raw deal meted out to you;
You were livid and seethed in anger;
Chew over on the myriad ways of vendetta,
For the prejudice inflicted on you.
With a belligerent smile you hold back;
Waited for the day to even the score;
Felt the jab of edgy sword every moment.
Table of justice turned one day.
You felt momentary vindication
For all the inequity dished out to you.
The livid anger has dissipated,
Ponder on the whole viscous rigmarole;
Somewhere you felt the loop still incomplete.
You felt the rope still too short to wind up now.
So, you dwell on it a while more
For the perfect way to settle the score.
Should the payback be measure for measure all through?
Or, a flaming compassion and succor
That seared and melted him down to his core?
The circle of vendetta is complete
When you felt vindicated whole, heart and soul.
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