My Pain

This is my pain….
when man caresses his fellow man,
vow and kiss at His holy presence
desecrating an ancient oath uniting two as one
whiles God restrains his aggrieved angels
ready to unleash another Sodom and Gomorrah

Here is my pain
when men see me as an obstacle
that need to be:
tackled and shackled,
tagged and bagged,
crushed and brushed,
Just of being honest in my nest

My pain is …
when my brother
gives with the right hand
only to wrench back with the left
through −
unfair trade pricing,
fees of no refund,
loans with ropes of death,
fares far from fairness,
all silenced as taboo, yet a tattoo

My deepest pain is …
seeing restless pursuit in technology of enrichment
whiles we remain grounded in theories –
making practicality a subject of scorn & mourn
worth a thorn in the flesh of academia

my pains will forever run deep,
if leaders gleefully pursue politics of antics
as a cruising course out of our predicament
leaving our cream of future theme and team
to trickle in stream to water another man’s dream