Sin
First taste of sin was in the dark.
The sound of crying echoing off the walls.
Your crying.
You have every right to cry.
You’re only 9 weeks old and the virus in your chest burns like hot coal.
Outline of sleep-deprived parent appears over the cot,
a fierce voice barks hot breath into your face.
Hands grab your little arms a bit too tightly.
There’s a heavy pause, followed by unrecognised words,
“Sorry… I’m sorry… It’s OK…”
Sin and repentance.
Simple and quick.
Sour and sweet.
It won’t always be so.
By the first sound of the school bell sin has struck more times that you can count.
This is the world that makes all Victim.
Worse.
This world turns all Offender.
Close fleshy lids and recall the times you’ve been scorched
by lies and scams,
by names called and rights revoked,
by property taken, identity mistaken,
your body used, trust abused.
Coerced and compromised.
Even if you resist its name you know sin’s forms
the way Adam knew Eve.
Now look about.
This talk of sin occurs on the salt plains where
there is no topography of differentiation.
Dirty fingerprints are on us all.
Beauty and beast find empathy in their scars.
But who invited this?
This life?
This world?
This injustice?
Tell me how an innocent bush-boy becomes a stoned-soldier;
how in a twist of fate the victim becomes the perpetrator.
His broken heart becomes cold and calloused.
And with every crime he tells our story.
For we are all enlisted, young.
Now our grown-up minds store toxic pools,
our tongues razors.
Cats claws have grown in our paws
and the truth sags through lack of exercise.
Actions provoked reactions and it happened.
Sin found a host, a home.
A soul to shame,
a name to blame.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
And
If I was God...
and I wanted the world to see me,
how would I reveal myself?
and I wanted the world to hear me
what sound would I use?
and I wanted the world to smell me,
what fragrance would I choose?
and I wanted the world to taste me,
how would I share my flavour?
and I wanted the world to touch me,
how could I create the texture?
and I wanted the world to see me,
how would I reveal myself?
and I wanted the world to hear me
what sound would I use?
and I wanted the world to smell me,
what fragrance would I choose?
and I wanted the world to taste me,
how would I share my flavour?
and I wanted the world to touch me,
how could I create the texture?
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