Mariah of Magdala
Part IV: FORGIVENESS
“Rabii! Rabii! Rabii!
What suppose you of this woman?
Caught right in the act of sin
Our society's outcasts such
She must be thrashed to the non-living
So demands the laws of the land
Rabii! Rabii! Rabii!
Grant us your vindication
Of a woman lethal comparable to a serpent of transgression
Back to none. She be gone’’
Prime is the hour Mariah of Magdala
Your name erased from the book of the living
This day the righteous man will acquit you
With a heap of hefty gravel, as required,
To cleanse your darkened spirit from society
To appease the gods
To have none of your fertile
To cleanse your error
To crush you to nothingness
“Rabii! Rabii! Rabii!
Oh, one of the Most-High
Our role here is yet to be done
It would be best if you let us wait not
For we stand for truth
For we share not in her condemnation
For we have followed an order of living among men
Your vindication Rabii!”
Look, Mariah of Magdala
Poultry man has made his natural selection
Every rotten egg has its day out of the tray
A market day is
Village traders exchange their goods for Caesar mint
They curry excitement with pleasurable applause
With an extraordinary cheer, their voices enriched the air
Witnessing the most epic event yet to pass
A theme that will shift the history of our time
Antiquity of your life, Mariah of Magdala
To be narrated to younger women
To impede them from such vile
Brought to the lustrous glow.
“You, who are pure, be the first to free your heavy hands
Free them from your own burdens
Pour out your grey cloudy hearts
Let your justice as thunder thrush her body bare
You, the purest without sin,
Pour out your disgust on this sinful woman
Did you not drink from her brood?
Did you sin when you killed, hideth the body away?
Did you not sin when you stole from your widow mother for alcohol?
Did you not error when you stole from God?
You took away the orphans' right to wealth
Oh, you, who is pure! Empty your heavy hands.
Let them cast the stone of purity
Let your lips write another's shortfall
Be a witness of the purity you claim bare
Killing her may just term the ornate
It will cleanse our community from unwanted filth
Let us storm her soul and crush it to eternal death
Today Mariah of Magdala,
It's written not only of you but of your enemies
Do you discover Mariah of Magdala
We are all alike
In pitch dark, we hide our deeds
Our hearts judge our secret deeds
Our tongue claims purity
Easier. It has been to curse out another than self.
Copyright © Beryl A. Ouma | Year Posted 2018
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