In the realm where grudges lie and fester,
Where vengeance whispers, a sinister jester,
An eye for an eye, a relentless cry,
Breeds not justice, but a stye.

Beneath the lid of wrath and scorn,
Blurs the vision, torn and worn,
For every eye plucked in bitter reply,
Leaves the world blind, with a weeping sky.

In the fields of spite, where retribution grew,
The seeds of pain and sorrow we anew,
An eye for an eye, in its hollow try,
Yields nothing more than a stye.

Let forgiveness be the balm that heals,
In a world where hate too freely reels,
For in the end, when we all must die,
Why choose an eye for an eye, and welcome a stye?

So, seek the path of kindness and grace,
Where understanding and love take revenge's place,
For in this wisdom, under the vast sky,
An eye for an eye will never equal a stye.

January 15, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop