THE LITTLE I KNOW I SHALL NEVER FORGET

     

Mind you dear reader, this is a fable!!!

But in these words, I extenuate nothing

I’m doing this because it came to my mind

When I wasn’t thinking of it

This is a great vice that persuades justice to break her sword for a little price

But it has less power to harm anybody than he/she has to be hurt, not even me

Sweet revenge grows harsh; so sweet but never so fatal

Kill me tomorrow; but let me live tonight

This is my wretched fortune  

But I am mettle and the stars are chaste

I have to obey but not now

This may not be believed, but I swear it

I think my heart has turned stone, because I strike it and it hurt my hand

But I know not how it happened

So I ask: why does God’s will often seem horrible?

Does it please heaven to try me with afflictions?

The world have beaten me to my knees

But I still do remember, gold is purified in fire

And obedience is better off than sacrifice

I may be wounded, but it doesn’t hurt

There is sore in my heart

But the patience of my sole is still tranquil

This patience have endured enough

And the endurance has been patient enough

Long is the road I walked down the valley of madness

But yet longer is the road I’m walking up the mountain of sanity

It was perfectly okay until I chose to stop being unrealistic

So I dedicate this to the possibility that I had been so wrong about what felt so right

You have been so silent and often slow when you speak

But Now I fare thee well my tranquil mind

And with due reverence to my sacred vows, I here engage my words

I mean no harm, not even to the worst of my foes

I bet you can’t even remember half of the things I would never forget

But it doesn’t matter anymore now

We are all virtuous but hear me out: ambition is no virtue

And gossip is a very bad one (virtue)

It may burn like the mines of sulfur,

But it seek not to harm anybody; I’m just thinking out loud

They are my thoughts;

If I ignore them; I mock my own reason

Rob me of this, it will neither enrich you nor make me poor indeed

But it would rather stir up controversy

So I bid you ignore my thought pattern,

Sometimes they are annoying especially when I think at the top of my voice

The best of my conscience is not to keep things unsaid

But to say it clearly with an agonizing sincerity

I am thought too busy and obsessed with my thoughts

Yet it doesn’t drop my appetite of doing it still

What remains of me is not bestial

I haven’t lost the immortal in me

I can trade anything but not my humanity

I protest in sincerity of love and honest kindness

Disagreement is no rebellion

Don’t turn my virtue into pitch

Out of my own goodness

You seek to make a net to enmesh me. Why?

Please don’t kindle my fire and extinguish my virtues

Jealousy shapes faults that are not

Step yourself up

Don’t seek to pull others down

Throw not away the pearl richer than all your tribes

The army that kills its soldiers

Will look for them in the time of war

I am unfettered in my speech, I owe no apology

I am just as I seem, if you have been in my shoes

You will miss your steps like a drunkard

It is my nature’s plague to spy into abuses

But I do it just for the satisfaction of my thoughts and curiosity

I may be rude in my speech

But blessed with the soft phrases of peace

I speak little of the great words I was told myself

Because I acquired words of sigh for my struggles

But I still have reason to cool my raging emotions

Though I am beaten to my knees

And have been struck on the hand that uphold my sword

I bleed; I’m wounded but not dying yet

Now, I’m hurt to danger

Oh dear me, I didn’t see it coming

So I spare my speeches here

I may have been so stubborn but it is not in my virtue to amend it

This light can’t afford to go off now; Zimife is Zimife

Though most times people forget the best of me

But them that hunt me should not forget that a mighty hand upholds me

I may drop my sword but a heavier and swifter one is behind to assure me safety

He that leads me to battle, can’t leave me defeated

I am rewarded with so much experience for the pains that pass through me

If virtue lack no delight of beauty

Then, I am more black than fair

I love myself still, for the dangers I have passed

It is not bad to live, even when it’s a torment

There are many events in the womb of time

They will be delivered in due season

Don’t try to make sense out of this

It’s a fable!!! don't give it more power than it should have