Revenge

No room, no understanding,

  passed along and away.

Evil, mean, not human,

  yet they are, those we shun.

Revenge gives no justice,

  it is not satisfying.

It is empty, we have forgotten,

  it does not fill.

It is greedy, wanting more,

  feeding itself in fear.

Powerful it is not, shame,

  which feeds it more.

Because we can't be wrong,

  or begin to see we are related.

One to another and what I do,

  I am doing to myself.