Katherine Braithwaite Poet Villanelle

The Sin a Child Is Born To Is Not Hers

The sin a child is born  to is not hers;
For mother’s body’s sacred  with its grace.
Society  will mar us   with its glares.

Yet ,at a baptism will the priest declare:
Out ye demons,leave this infant’s space.
The sin a child is born  to is not hers


The infant  naturally speaks in tongues of fire.
The Spirit moves eternal in its trace
Society  will mar us with   its glares

The path we learn to walk ‘s already there
The rules  and laws were written with no haste
The sin  a child is born to is not hers

A child born now  is marked by Iraq War
A child born now, in paranoia’s traced.
Society will  mar us with its glares

Oh,look upon the infant’s holy face
Beatific vision is there  traced
The sin a child is born  to is not hers
Society  will  mar us  with   its glares

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DM Babbit July 6, 2016 at 4:01 PM How true, it is the sins of the father and the mother. Katherine Braithwaite July 7, 2016 at 12:10 PM And all of society especially if it is,say, the USA before black people had equal rights or South Africa under apartheid.To thinka child is tainted at birth is very depressing