With tools and weapons I ruined
the land
And scraped the dirt from
my hands
I killed the children and
kept the riches
I built my house upon the
ditches
Among the graves of those
still living
I took their names and left
them nothing
I shed their blood that holy
winter
I am the man, I am the sinner
With smiles and lies I took
your love
To show myself to be above
The hate that I myself had
grown
In the trees when I was alone
With no one but a harmless
snake
And a woman I knew and later
forsaked
I do this still to be a winner
I am the man, I am the sinner
With whips and nails I watched
him die
While I myself felt crucified
A sacrifice above the heavens
His body sank while his spirit
blended
With the glory that I desire
But cannot find in the fire
On the planet that grows dimmer
I am the man, I am the sinner
© 1982 Vincent T.Vok
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