217. the dusty road
I’ve no scores to settle,
no regrets
no unrequited hatred
no sweet revenge
no grudges held
– seems life is altogether too short
to hold a grudge:
for Mother Teresa
for Pol Pot
for all the sinners and all the saints
for all the heroes and all the villains
for Mao, for Hitler,
for the little girl at the bus stop
wiped out by a truck
life is altogether too short;
for each & every one of us
– victims, victors & vanquished –
life is altogether too short.