Musanyi

In the quiet of his pondering mind,

Musanyi found wisdom, rare to find.

When shadows of malice sought his soul,

He glimpsed a truth that made him whole.

For in the eyes of those who harm,

Lies a tale of pain, a silent alarm.

He sensed the echoes of a wounded heart,

A symphony of sorrow tearing apart.

Musanyi realized, in darkness profound,

The hurt they bear, the silent sound.

To hurt another, a reflection of pain,

A cycle of anguish, an endless chain.

With empathy, he sought to break,

The cycle of sorrow, for kindness' sake.

For in understanding the torment they carry,

Musanyi found a path to bury

The seeds of resentment, hatred's root,

Replacing them with compassion, a gentle flute.

In the realization that pain begets pain,

Musanyi unearthed a healing terrain.