In a crooked old town, on a faraway hill,
Lived Vengeful McGee, with a heart full of chill.
His frown was so heavy, it weighed down his face,
For he carried a grudge that time couldn’t erase.
“Oh, they wronged me,” he’d say with a huff and a puff,
“I’ll get them all back, and it won’t be enough!”
He plotted and schemed, day and night without end,
Till vengeance, he thought, was his only true friend.
He’d throw prickly words, sharp as a dart,
But each one he launched just pierced his own heart.
He’d stomp and he’d shout, “I’ll settle the score!”
Yet every small victory made him feel sore.
One day, an old turtle, wise and slow,
Saw McGee in a tantrum, putting on quite the show.
“Why so upset? What’s making you stew?
Is vengeance your guide? Well, it’s guiding you through!”
“Through where?” asked McGee with a stomp and a glare,
“Through anger, through sadness—straight into despair!”
The turtle just smiled, gentle and kind,
“Vengeance, dear friend, is a trap of the mind.
You think it’s for them, but it’s you it consumes,
It darkens your days and fills you with fumes.
Forgive, and you’ll find a peace ever bright,
For vengeance just keeps you in a long, endless fight.”
McGee scoffed at first, “That sounds too soft!
I’ll stick to my anger, I’ll make them feel lost!”
But deep down inside, something did stir,
A whisper of truth, soft as a purr.
So, he tried to let go, just a little, one day,
And found that the anger began to give way.
His heart felt lighter, his mind grew calm,
As the winds of revenge turned to a peaceful song.
Moral of the story: Revenge may seem sweet, but it’s bitter in taste,
It burns up your joy and leaves life to waste.
Forgive, and you’ll find, the real winner is you,
For peace is the treasure that vengeance can’t brew.
Spiritual lesson: The path of vengeance leads only to suffering, while forgiveness is the key to inner freedom and lasting peace.
