Standing there all alone I saw at the cemetery a funeral procession marching in. In that band was a lad of twelve crying and playing very soulful music for the dead. I asked him why he was weeping he said, “My Father was killed by the atomic blast”. I dropped a tear with that boy, hugged him and whispered, ” May he Rest in Peace “. I realised that revenge doesn’t changes what is done so Forgive and Forget.
Forget the treason,
Forgive the Traitor.
Forget the treason, Forgive the treason instead of getting revenge and later regret because if you don’t then on judgement day you won’t be able to say to the almighty:
AND PLEASE FORGIVE US FOR OUR TRESPASSES,
AS WE FORGIVE THOSE WHO TRESPASS AGAINST US.