The Stadium of Forgiveness

I saw my love in the stadium of forgiveness.

So she was, my angel downcast,

Her head tilted in sadness and regret.

He (my tormentor) hobbled to her

Knee braces and torn mind,

Festers on his skin

A joyous blossom for his spring deeds.

I stood on the rim of the stadium of forgiveness.

Strong like a Garuda bird

Poised to attack

Seeing my beloved's injury and embarassment

Her corrupter's urgently honest plea to end the fruit of his karma,

Taken root from the murder of our love.

I saw the huddled and moaning in the stadium of forgiveness,

Endless crowds of victims and their tormentors.

The victims sat with digntiy

And listened to the wails and regrets

The gnashing of teeth

Of what were once humans 

Who had actually -- 

Thought they had won.