By M. Taha Effendi
Do You not see, Almighty God,
How Your order man defied?
So base. So vile. So gravely flawed,
Yet so consumed by pride!
He broke all sacred codes though warned,
He dared to pay no heed.
He mocked Your words, Your gifts he scorned.
He breached what You decreed.
Beyond the holy saint's facade,
There hides a worthless cheat.
A savage beast. A thief. A fraud.
The master of deceit.
Too weak to tame his lust and greed.
To feel remorse, too vain.
Power, wealth his only creed,
And Your worship he disdains.
He quenched his thirst with blood he spilled,
In countless wars he waged.
Centuries wore on. Millions killed.
Civilizations laid to waste.
But he prides this life of sin and crime,
As he leads himself astray!
His humanity lost in his race with time,
And by the error of his way.
Why then My Lord was I expelled?
Was mine a darker sin?
I am the arc angel that rebelled,
But is not man my "evil twin"?
To salve his conscience, me he blames,
When he himself is full of vice.
While in his heart surely he shames,
To have staged his own demise.
It is a myth his vice I feed.
He writes himself his fate.
Man: A far more disgusting breed,
Not merely my incarnate!
(Finalist - International Poetry Soup Contest 2011)