When fired, they don’t go in style;
They don’t go in grace;
They don’t go with a humble smile.
They go swearing vengeance and in haste,
Confirming that there is no true loyalty
Among ne’er-do-wells and thieves,
Those who always have ulterior motives
Up their sleeves.
Ultimately, schemes will come to nought,
And their plans served up on a cutting board.
Though the wrong seems strong and fraught
With danger — virtue, compassion, justice,
Peace and mercy will prevail for the distraught.
For “Vengeance is mine,” says the Lord.