The Colour Of Sin Poem by Phil de Lange

The Colour Of Sin



Born into conviction –
a frail soul is formed in judgment
of a thousand tongues
Deaf and dumb –
This fragile creation is spawned
in bartery for existence.

The prison of my flesh
has been white washed
by a creed of envy,
a creed unknown to my senses –
buried in the hate war of colour.

“Will you truly plant the seed of guilt
in a clean bed of memories? ”

Hopeful demise,
tormented to cower from a shattered past
May life be bought with pride;
graciously guzzled by the wicked,
blinded by the sun of truthful deception.

“Great Land, do you see
the tarnished time tracks?
“Do you see the shackles
of ancient sin? ”

Bequeath me then with false ownership,
blacken my heart,
paint my hands with blood –
for on the darkest hour
I shall come forth;
bare on the thorn path of shame,
my cocoon torn with delight.

My sacrificial harmony –
will engrave an innocent grin
upon your breast...
My destiny stolen
from your heart.

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Phil de Lange

Phil de Lange

Bloemfontein, South Africa
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