Sins Poem by Julian Takali

Grandpa, oh grandpa
Have you no ethos of respect?
How you reek of rancid sinister?
Were you dipped in a vat of vile?
You swat away, chasing her
You spend every morning and day
Tensed at the nerves
You relieve your envy out on her?
What a life a fly leads

Sister, oh sister
What use are your eyes if your heart is blind?
Blinded by a light of deprivation
Drowned is your soul
Sheltered in a well which you'll never fill
Your possessions are your best friend - but greed, your enemy still

Brother, oh brother
You leave us writhing in hunger
Nights after Grandpas flukes of anger
Must you gag your belly full of poison?
I feel, I see, I know
Im as hurt as you but oh
Must we suffer the same agony?
Misled are you by your gluttony

Father, oh father
Such a bloody hand you wear
Such a sight to see
As we try and slumber
You sneak in at three
A culprit of deceit
Lust loves company - as do you
Mother, oh mother
Love comes to mind
Love whisks away
As soon as you raise your arm
That wretched, weary sleeve rolls down
Those wrinkles crawl north
Setting your fist ablaze
Fathers fault this may be
But why take your wrath out on me?

Grandma, oh grandma
A devout praise you preach each morning
Mirage of lie sewn belief
Dug deep, rooted within
A patriotic flag stitched on your skin
Cant you breathe at ease?
Cant you value the fabric as is -not only when on your knees?
The pride in your veins bleeds and bleeds

I, oh I
Always at hand is a cigarette
Never in mind the virtue of effort
Always at stake is fatigue
Never at question own self worth
But I am just as they
Sinful as they come
A sloth of nature
With it I am one
As what is man, even such of fleshly apathy
If he is robbed of the insight to self-critique