You shared your taste of hatred and wanted me to find
Words that would cut the deeper and with your purpose fit,
Devour those who with their filth have tainted minds,
Robbed men of their innocence in their gruesome feat.
You said that to be honest I should spurn correctness,
Accepting no excuses from those who have stepped wrong,
Learn to detect a coward’s lie, sniff out a loathsome traitor
And pound them with the truths evaded for too long.
You saw in me an artist to be schooled in searching out offence,
To train my eye so that no foe could punishment elude,
My tongue to be the jury and the judge, and falsehood sense
Even before it’s uttered by those you would have sued.
You warned of wolves that mastered their tricks,
Slipped past and lay in wait to silence their prey.
When caught red-handed show them as much mercy
As they had for the nameless victims, this you say.
I listened to your story, for your pain I grieved, yet can’t agree…
Cannot abide such hatred. Its poison is not mine to hold or give.
For should I do as you have asked of me, I too would be like them:
A monster – bereft of human warmth, unable to repent or to forgive.