To forgive
I’d beg for it if I knew it would work
I’d ask for it if I knew it would help
I’d do it which I have done for and to those who
did or I did to they
what should be forgiven perhaps
what was done was what one could call
un forgivable but still for me
I chose to forgive it that thing you
did you tried to do you perhaps even
still do or
thought it for a moment more than one or
was it a never ending cascade of do’s and
well wishes and fond farewells full of
oh well’s this is life
even if all you find in th end is a death
that awaits you and what memory of you
will yet live on in the actions
you took, maybe some for granted
given context of a system that
takes us for granted it uses us it
will beat all the good out of you and
leave you there a
husk or perhaps it thought of
who you used to be a
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distant memory that
I hope yet lives long enough to know that
regardless how you choose to be
in this world that
love still tried but
politicians are not of love but of
death and the money it makes you
die for it the money or
lack thereof you’ll see you’ll find just how far
this system and its
government bots are willing to go
because they just
do what they are
allowed and told to do
and do it so well they
oh well everyone else along the way
and hope perhaps that we will see
they’re just doing their best perhaps
while others give far more of themselves than
should have ever been asked
when no progress was made
to make things better
hopefully, one day
would have been nicer if it was
sooner than
see you later
