Irony of Purpose

It is funny! Very funny how A masked preacher can preach honesty; And even points at the wrongs with his Fingers of hypocritical righteousness… We stare with grim satisfaction Because the black winged Angel Ridding a flaming chariot tells a tale; And proclaims that God is love, Yet he, himself is an Angel of death. Day after wretched day Humanity walks! He walks down the dark alley of freedom; Freedom which shouts fairness; Fairness that begets confusion— And he tries to bottle the spittle of birds… Every night he lies in bed and tries to hear The voice of fishes shouting gender and Sexualty in a world where the scale of Equality is unevenly proportional and Equal rights mean the oppression of men. Apartheid, the history of Mzanzi is The present for the African world and That has caused his inferiority complexes To suffice and personalize racism and One after another, generations play along. Lest we forget, The victims are just as guilty As the perpetrators but at some point. Humanity weeps as he inspects His isle of hopelessness! But just like the majority, men; They cry in hiding. Where no-one sees, No-one hears and No-one dares speak for the black sheep! Deep down this egocentric radicalism, He orders rotten eggs to make an omelette With which he feeds pirate justice, And he goes all year long On a running stomach. Although the words never sink, Humanity hearkens to The rumbling stomach of justice but When the rainbow of life turns Grey! Humanity's children cry day and night While the Angel of death entrusted Their protection feasts on their tears And dances to the beautiful sound Of their troubled voices. And when the wolf comes for their Brazen souls we hail at the smiling lady Who says 'I am virgin Mary' With fangs behind her white vail And poison under her tongue—death! The rich are poor but morally, Yet no-one sees And no-one cares; They say 'each one for himself' Come shall the final hour do. It is funny! Very funny how A masked preacher can preach honesty; And even points at the wrongs with his Fingers of hypocritical righteousness… Humanity looks on And passes his judgement. The masked preacher scoffs: “No-one is perfect. No, not one!”