Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged.Why are you staring at me? With my eyes I cannot see but I know that you are all staring at me. Why are you whispering to one another? Why? Do you know my mother? Do you know my father? Did you know me five years ago?
Yes, five years of bitterness have passed. I can still remember the vast happiness mother and I shared with each other. We were very happy indeed.
Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. Did the cruel Nippon's discover our peaceful home? Mother ran to Father's side pleading. "Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you," I pulled my father's arm but he did not move. It seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor.
The door went "bang" and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. "Are you Captain Luis Santos?" roared the ugliest of them all. "Yes," said my father. "You are under arrest," said one of the beasts. They pulled father roughly away from us.Father was not given a chance to bid us goodbye.
We followed them mile after mile. We were hungry and thirsty. We saw group of Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating,
Then suddenly, we heard a voice call, "Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . ." we ran towards the direction of the voice, but it was too late. We saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. Oh, it was terrible. He had been badly beaten before he died. . . . and I cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! Everything went black. The next thing I knew I was nursing my poor invalid mother.
One day, we heard the church bell ringing "ding-dong, ding-dong!" It was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but I could not leave my invalid mother, I tried to show her the way to the hide-out.
Suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. "Boom, boom, boom, boom!" Mother was hit. Her legs were shattered into pieces. I took her gently in my arms and cried, "I'll have vengeance, vengeance!" "No, Oscar. Vengeance, it's God's," said mother.
But I cried out vengeance. I was like a pent-up volcano. "Vengeance is mine not the Lord's". "No, Oscar. Vengeance is not ours, it's God's" these were the words from my mother before she died.
Mother was dead and I was blind. Vengeance is not ours? To forgive is divine but vengeance is sweeter. That was five years ago, five years. . . .
Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Vengeance is not ours, it's God's. . . . It's. . . . God's. .
Basically, the gods would seek vengeance on their enemies before they would kill them.
Nemesis was the greek goddess of vengeance, and she was attended by Poena, the goddess of punishment, sometimes called Poine. She governed retribution, vengeance, recompense, punishment and penalies for crimes such as murder.Nemesis was goddess of retribution against or for good fortune. Tyche (luck/fortune) was a companion of hers.
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Most Greek city states had these rituals and festivals for their gods and goddesses because they believed if they kept the gods happy, good deeds would come to the people. They also built temples for the gods to keep them "happy" as well. PHS High School Dylan B.
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Vengeance is not ours its so short and can memorize immediately
Isaac Newton did not write the phrase "Vengeance is not ours, it's God's." This quote is actually from the Bible, specifically from the Book of Romans 12:19, which mentions leaving vengeance to God. Newton was a scientist and mathematician known for his discoveries in physics and mathematics.
Their gods were as important to them as ours is to us.
The author of the declamation piece "Vengeance is Not Ours, It's God's" is Ben Piper. This powerful piece explores the theme of forgiveness and letting go of the desire for revenge.
The real author of this piece is Mrs. Patricia Latay Bernabe
Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. delivered the oration "Vengeance is not ours, it's God's" during a sermon in 1957. It was part of his teachings on the principle of nonviolence and his belief in leaving justice and retribution to a higher power.
Blood and Sand Gods of the Arena Vengeance
ang paghihiganti ay wala sa atin kundi sa ama
one of the most touch-hearted declamation piece is a piece entitled " vengeance is not ours, it's God"