Abusing Sin Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Show me a jovial man,

Whose wife has a smile in her sleep

Whose children have plenty sighs like deep,

Blue, vast oceans and trenches

Then I shall repay you

With a prayer –

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Show me a jaunty man,

Whose hands are supple and fair

The touch of which resembles an éclair

In a eloquent dining table of poker faces

And the bluffing moon past the chandelier

Shall I repay you

With flattery instead?

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Why are we such lonely souls?

Forced to work upon endless hours,

Coerced to drive past traffic and streetlights

Receiving the salary anticipated highly,

In the hands that toil where the heart does not enjoy?

Is this what a merry man should be?

Shall I repay you with another life instead?

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Why are we such desolated souls?

Wanting a love that we deserve,

As if to nullify what desultory care

We have in keeping a person by our chest –

Asking for love but never really knowing

How to keep it closer to the core?

Why do you have to repay me with hypocrisy?

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Why are we such lost souls?

Asking for questions that do not have

A precise answer, much like going on a battle

With a kitchen knife for a sword –

The satire, the humour in it

It does not astound me –

Why do you have to repay me with naivety?

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Why are we such defaming souls?

We have sinned so much that –

As men, by the mere sight of flesh

We turn rabid, agitated, hostile as a battlefield

Why? Don’t you have daughters and mothers?

I ask you – why do you have to repay me with this filth?

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Why are we such numb souls?

We have forgotten value so much that –

As women, by the vaguest situation

We jump into conclusions like stray cats

Lunging like predators in an ocean of thorns

Dying there, bleeding, haphazard conviction the culprit

Tell me, why do you repay such with distrust?

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The world is failing,

And perhaps it needs salvation –

Save me from my errs, you said

No.

Save yourself from the image

In front of the mirror.