Can you forgive someone with his foot up your ass?
He must take the damned thing out first. Then you’ll get there.
Or are you quite the mystic who seems not to be
Part of this world and all that most others can see?
I will pray for my enemy that he beware
That the hell dreamt and hoped for shall not come to pass.
Can the dull, aching nausea evolve into grace
When presented the miracle of guiding light
From omnipotent beingness? Can I believe
That the enemy’s shoe is something to receive
As a most gracious lesson? That doesn’t feel right.
Perhaps God can find someone to then take my place.
“On Your Knees,” demands Putin, consumed in much hate
And profusely delighted his plan is in play.
“Pray that fate may release you from my evil grip.
You will get used to life under my rulership.”
Is this sounding too farfetched? I’ll fetch any way
That can give the soul solace as I ruminate.