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the dusty road.

I’ve no scores to settle,

no regrets

 

no unrequited hatred

no sweet revenge

no grudges held

 - seems life is altogether too short

to hold a grudge:

 

for Mother Teresa

for Pol Pot

for all the sinners and all the saints

for all the heroes and all the villains

for Mao, for Hitler,

for the little girl at the bus stop

wiped out by a truck

life is altogether too short;

 

for each & every one of us

 - victims, victors & vanquished -

life is altogether too short.