Who would call the Dirae gainst mankind?
With how many of his own hath he broken faith?
Every suicide…
How long would your mankind last if its reviled might veto?
How weighty to the wretched would seem his kindnesses against his cruelties?
How premised its existence on the weakness of those it hurts.
How can justice license its continuance?
O Dirae, stay your talons.
The humans are cruel and kind alike.
But cruelty from ignorance springs
And kindness from deliberation moreoft.
O Eumenides, grant them wisdom
Their wretched do not forgive them
But mercy is the greater face of justice,
And ought prefer amendment to retribution.
Justice is not thunder unto trembling pain-bound hands,
Not to hunt the blind oathbreakers,
But palliate sorrow
Grant strength enough to forgive
Show them enough of mercy that they’ve reason to.