Forgive

To this day many have longed for getting forgotten

They come and work,
The sins they commit
Though in the world they fit
Not knowing what they had done
They sit
With forehead above water level
Chest swollen from air puffed without any gravel
Those who saw it were unable to grieve
'cause their aim of seeing an unfulfilled dream of peace,
In their wit,
There now remains a saddening atmosphere.
What would have happened if they were to forgive
Many lives would have lived
Many swords would not covered with filth
Their descendants must not quit.
They must use their wits
The same that once saw an unfulfilled dream,
And let many others live.

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