A Sonnet On Verbal Disputes

When vengeance gains gravity and grudges hold strong,
Spur justice divine: that which condemned all along.
For beneath the irony and spite of their word
Lay the subtle indifference that aught had yet heard.
Through cold, endless cycles not meant to be won,
Each finger will point and asail like a gun.
As wise men lose faith and turn from the meek,
The powerful forfeit and each turn their cheek.
An eye for an eye; but what would be solved?
For all would be blind, and all hopes dissolved!