Cain: The Wretched
I loved my father
and he loved me,
though not as much
as he did my brother,
and I loved
my mother
and she loved me,
though not as much
as she did
He.
My name is Cain;
my parents; swain,
swore fealty only
to our Lord,
and embitter’st I
who did defy,
could not love thy
who did abhor
my parentage
and punish my kin;
innocent
and who I loved so great
and in time
my misunderstanding
slowly ripened unto hate.
We made our paradise
just east of Eden,
though never knowing why
we were cast out
initially, and thusly
sentenced certainly to die.
But my parents; strong in
faith and mind, thought
better than to rescind,
and bore our burden
graciously with the hopes
we’d be forgiven.
The clay was old and
tough to our toes, unyielding
to our tools, as we toiled
underneath a blazing sun
and our sweat, around us,
pooled.
Our suffering was not new to
us; we worked hard and
without rest, but was novel
to my parentage, who, had prior
been so blessed.
They wiped their brow
with a sturdy hand, a
smile alight their face,
with a suggested keenness
that seemed to show
they sought honour from
His grace…
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