Extracting Forgiveness

Extracting forgiveness out of a tormented person
after you scorch one with venom and malice
is no less than a humiliation cast of a defeat.
The one who forgives, realizes too late,
that it is the other name of a defeat.
The one who asks for forgiveness, does it to the gallery,
a sad truth which the naive one who forgives, fails to see,
smothered by the cries of lament of the other, and half dead by the blows received, the act of the forgiveness will go soon into shadows as the applause to the one who seeks forgiveness will go on rising  making someone deaf at last.
The wiles are worthy of a laurel.
A gift of great grandiosity
which the one who forgives will never forget.
God, when he created fairies,
forgot to equip them with the tenacity to fight.
He sends them with a stern warning:
"You are there for a purpose.
You can do nothing else but sing and die and come back to me."