Sin I Poem by Kwame Sarfo Aboagye

Oh my ever-loving God,
I know that to have an eternal life
As long as your stiff rod,
I must make righteousness a knife
And stab handsome sin in the back,
Even though he brings me much pleasure.
If I agree to take such measures,
A life of happiness I may lack;
To many views I must be blind,
Like the sight of a pebble to the sky;
To many words I must be deaf,
Like the sound of jazz to a fly.
How then do I think that I can
Change altogether and be a holy man?