Becoming Cain Poem by Randy McClave

I have lied and hated and I have cheated
And I had broken promises and stole,
I have used others and I have mistreated
And I had sadly shamed my soul.
I have bullied and I have harassed
And I have fornicated and I have abused,
Through greed, wealth I have amassed
Illegal drugs and alcohol I have shamefully used.
I was a racist and I was a bigot
If people didn't believe or wasn't the same color of me,
Slurs left my mouth like a running spigot
If with my thoughts people didn't agree.
I hated the poor and I hated the needy
And those who didn't have a job,
I saw all immigrants as vile and seedy
They were rapists and druggies who wanted to kill and rob.
I thought and believed that I was better than others
And no one was ever better than I was,
Stereotyping people was one of my druthers
I enjoyed criticizing what others does.
I had swore and I took my Lord God's name in vain
Now I know against my soul God had saw the smudge,
Now without salvation I was becoming Cain
So, please tell me how can I or you judge.

Randy L. McClave