Begging your pardon...

My dad is such a forgiving man
He sees the good amongst the bad
Ignoring the claims of do-gooders
He weighed up the facts he had

justice is blind and it did not see
The scales tipped randomly in its favor
A sentence or two just to please the horde
A punishment that only they could savour

My Dad is such a forgiving man
He understands why I bought that gun
the police were less forgiving though
When I said it was just for fun

And with the power to pardon my wrongs
At a stroke of his pen I was free
My father is such a forgiving man
turning a blind eye to the badness in me




Poetry by Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-12-02 at 21:24

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
well you have linked the two tips of an equation of indulgence
Biden, the father on one tip, the police on the other
just wonder if Biden was a police officer
what kind of indulgence would it have been, both tips together ?
2024-12-03


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
An evocative treatise on moral ambiguity. Pulled my thoughts to that latest high school shooter in the U.S., but for the firearm mentioned. But the other lines appear to be pointing to someone else. Perhaps it is purely a metaphor. However, it effectively conveys the tension between personal forgiveness and societal justice, questioning the fairness and integrity of both. It challenges reader to consider the implications of unconditional forgiveness and the potential for power to corrupt justice. Sets the mind and heart to work!
2024-12-02