Raising Cain

Mother tried to raise Cain, To carry a righteous name, But in that he could not abide, For he lost his soul to homicide. Abel’s blood was obliviously found, Staining, calling from God’s Holy ground, On the beaten path, Demanding God’s almighty wrath. God’s mark on Cain’s forehead, Was worse than being dead, For it reminded all of when, Abel was killed because of jealous sin. Nothing much has changed today, Men still carry in this way, Raping and killing, Because evil souls are willing, To kill you or me, For what they want and see, Brother kills brother, Sons of our mothers.