“Heartache. Forgiveness. Vengeance.” Collage

Forgive them father. They know not what they do. Forgive them. Forgive me. For my anger burns. Burning for all those I have lost. Embers glowing due to the selfishness of others. Simmering for the rage within. They know not what they do. I ask, “why do you tolerate oppression?” The answer. “Patience. I will fight for you.” This softens my fury, though it is deep. Patience I say. Just a little longer. While I wait I cry for my children. My loves. My ancestors. My future. But the future has a protector. Only minutes left. Count the minutes. Vengeance will come.