Forgiveness Comes Last
I want your forgiveness to come last:
You often go back to a sin too fast.
I could you with soldiers grenades blast
And later pained flag fly at half mast,
Even as onlookers are aghast;
Of the sorry news try to broadcast;
My guilt and worries soonest cast aside...
your benefactors you leave red-eyed
As though they had for days on end cried
Or in public staked and lost their pride
Or spent and spent and up pockets dried.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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