Perhaps.
Perhaps when you lay in the most bitter of agony,
when suffering is laced in every fiber of your skin,
When the hangman's noose begins to fray
and your broken body on cold cobblestone lay,
perhaps then I could even try to begin.
Perhaps when you have felt as you have made me feel,
taste damnation as it was inflicted by your very own hands,
when through penance and pain I have made you see,
through brotherhood if not through empathy,
perhaps I'll quail when a blow most brutal lands.
Perhaps when your mind is in bitter fragments,
when your crops are burnt and no cattle does live,
maybe through some amusing twist of fate
despite the fact it will have been much too late,
I'll find it in my broken heart to, in time, forgive.