the youth have heard of intelligence

but the old know wisdom;

just listen to my story

For long I held arrows in my

heart, so I continued to bleed

never comprehended

the freedom that many had

Grudge had disintegrated my soul

to splinters and I continued

to limp in the prudence of life

I smote when I was harmed,

struck when perturbed,

well one day,

I had step on the toes of a tiger,

but...

instead of being visited

by a vengeful hunger,

I was denied the death of shame,

and patted with understanding,

friendliness gave me a handshake

From then on,

it is I,

who took the arrows from my heart,

and stop bleeding

and had the freedom that many had,

I refuse to clench my fist

anymore to punch in the dark,

the day the tiger

smiled at me,

and let me go,

that was the time

I understood forgiveness

He didn't win with a fight,

or intelligence,

just wisdom...

forgiveness.

                          By Kakraba Afful