One fine eve I asked my soul,
Why does grudge play foul?
Why have humans called a day,
For grudge to play its role.
Grudge says rhythmic words of hate,
It does speaks of terrible fate.
Why still mortal souls do greet,
And makes it smell so great.
O thou mortals, Spread thy mind,
Anger stings those morally blind.
Grudge will creep in slow in guile,
Like a virus, tough to find.
Let not grudge do speak up curse,
Let not grudge still bring in worse.
Sense of grudge must never do say,
A single word from behind the bars.
#Grudge
