To you, with love, from her

Forgive them for what they are
For what they did, and what they din
For they are but the prisoners of their minds
Chained in their own realms of shortsightedness
Their shackles defined by selfishness and I
Leashed by the vicious web they spew and spurn
Like a deadly spider that kills its goodness with venom
Like the scorpion that bites and stings its own tail
But thou art not the scorpion, the spider, the snake
Thou art the bird that perches high
On the wings of forgiveness and rectitude
Let their sting not poison thee
Or shackles of malice chain thy hope
For thou must do what thou must
Open thy arms, embrace the evil
Like sunlight that would cut the cloud
And embrace all that's dark and dull
The sun that fears not the blisters
But shines bright with all its strength
The rain that cares not where it falls
Or how it soothes the thankless soul
The lotus that remains unblemished with time
And carries not the scars with it
What binds the patriot and the rebel
Is their fight for the perceived right
Fight for all you perceive right
And then sans preamble just let go
For there are no rights or wrongs
No victors or vanquished
In hurting people who we love
Don't we know we hurt us back?
So smile deep and embrace the wrong
For it needs someone to make it right
And who could do that better than you?
The one who hurt you just lost his right
To do good but you still have yours
Do good to the one who hurt you
Forgive them for what they did
Strangle them with all your love
And let them die out of shame.