Culpable

When DNA shunted a tad to the right
And the very first man got his very first sight
Of his chimpanzee brothers, less upright, less tall 
With rocks preselected he bludgeoned them all

Man’s earliest crime from man’s earliest time
Civilisation? A very long climb.
So kill to survive became killing to win
The first creeping roots of perennial sin

One million years on he talks so he lies
His enemy lives so his enemy dies
One million years on he wants so he takes
His smile and his friendly demeanour are fakes
 
No-one knows when or from where it came
He harboured the concept of someone to blame
He had God and Gods but the field wasn't level
So he grasped at the notion of something called Devil

For thousands of years most of the crime
Was blamed on the Devil most of the time 
Man raped and man pillaged, man tore man apart
And all for the Devil was in his black heart

They’d told it, then wrote it, then acted on stage
Finally Hollywood explained the rage
The Devil, he’s Satan, he’s Lucifer too
So nothing you do can be levelled at you

But what happened next has modern man vexed
The Devil shuns Facebook, nor does he text 
He cannot inveigle or instigate grief
When the man of today has little belief 

God is what happens at Easter and Christmas
The Devil’s not mentioned aloud nor in whispers
Satanic movies and tomes gather dust
Yet man’s ill intent stands proud and robust

No caveman, no spaceman and no John Doe can
Refute that an evil resides within man
His guilt is his own, be it malice or passion
Now that the Devil has gone out of fashion

_ _ _ _ [Inspired by my partner, Annie, who, as we flicked through The channels looking for a movie to watch, said... ‘The Devil’s gone out of fashion’]
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Leffanta Avatar
February 7, 2021 at 11:12 AM
Brilliant! Can you spare the wife? Aloha! Rico
Flood Avatar
February 7, 2021 at 11:57 AM
Sorry Rico she’s the only one who knows how to work the remote. Thanks for popping by. Terry.
Cunningham Avatar
February 7, 2021 at 3:23 AM
There's a saying, always leave a light on upstairs to prevent dark thoughts entering your mind, my heads like Blackpool illuminations lol. Enjoy your day Terry, keep the light bright. Tom
Cunningham Avatar
February 7, 2021 at 7:48 AM
Sounds like a Tescos value holiday lol
Flood Avatar
February 7, 2021 at 6:08 AM
Spooky that... only a few days ago I tried to squeeze into a Limerick that my wife wanted to see the Northern Lights... so I took her to Blackpool. Couldn’t make it fit... maybe one day. Thanks for popping by, Tom. Terry.
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