Cain (poem) 2010

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My brother sleep in such strange place,


he fall so quickly before my eyes


he yelleth not & fight in anger


as I strike him, he merely fall upon the ground


Dare I wake him?


He doth not rise


Doth God bless him with such restful sleep?


It is not fair, my harvest, my work


my pride to offer


My work to be boasted so grand


Yet Father takes a single sheep


What of now, he lazeth more?


Wake up,


how dare he display such sloth


What doth he dream as to rest so deep?


Brother does not stir


Tis only mid-day!


And what of this?


He doth not have effort to snore


How his chest not heave


How his limbs grow stiff


His beating heart I hear no more


Could it be that he is like the lamb?


No more alive


By my doing?


Nay, of His, I trust


Yes, to punish his offer as being weak


For mine is far greater


He give me strength to punish


Yet as he lay forever


I do not feel it just