The Scorn of Cain
East of Eden we still painfully churn
where belief is earliest bloodshed's birth
and every wicked man shall have his turn
to spill his rage upon the wretched earth.
From outer realms there can only come sin
and for fear and hatred of all unknown
we'll slay the unspoken laws from within
and by new laws tear the flesh from the bone.
All good, all righteous, though not all the same
and devious on the wicked man's path
we'll not escape, for the truest voice came
and told that we'll harvest the grapes of wrath.
The soil and the rains and the winds of pain
now have cast upon us the scorn of Cain.
4rh November 2018
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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