Friday/Venusday/Loveday, 20th Day of Capricorn, 1490 Mc
An excerpt from “The Book Of Moor Poetry,” by Lonnie Bray EL, with my permission.
Cain's Confused Sonnets
There was Adam and Eve and I am Cain
Though my offering deed was not in vain,
I was not to blame, nor was I insane
Yet, never will there be one quite the same
I was the first born and that should suffice
Then Abel gained favor with blood sacrifice
Cunning and sneaking and wielding a knife
Abel was the first human to take a life
I gave vegetables and things of the field
Soft animals Abel butchered and killed
to satisfy God’s thirst for blood to spill
Then along came a friend whose name is Sin
And said, “Cain lift your chin, I will teach you the win”
Sin became my friend, taught me to play, like Jinn.
Though not even Sin knew the evil of men
Two doctrines to blend and I Adam’s kin
What I did to my twin made God’s head spin
So since God likes blood and I’m in mock,
over my brother’s head, I dropped a big rock
God didn’t like the thing that I did
But I only did the thing that He bid
A mark on my head, I was kicked from the lands
Why didn’t God like the fresh red on my hands?
My punishment was more than I could stand
God is a most confusing man
This was before the commandments of ten,
so why didn’t I get a break, God’s rules to bend?
God’s club did not favor my sin
Yet, for it, Sin’s club let me in
Like too much wine, I could not unwind
We Three and Evil’s root a mystery
Cain’s pain, the sin of Jinn, and God’s façade
I never could figure, so I went to Nod
Now I’m sinister and the minister of such
God taught me the blood and Sin the touch
God saw who I was and what I’d do
Afterall, He created me, He knew
How could I hide the joy of my pride,
when all of Peace would kneel at my stride?
God gave me the horse and Sin the ride
That’s when the theories began to collide
As I learned, even Great Sin called me Mad,
Ran from me, called me Terrible and Bad
To my friend, Sin, I did give what I had
Yet, I Am—I Am born of my dad
The favor of God I could have had,
So when Brimstone and Hell saw me coming,
Why were they not fired up and glad?
I climbed to the top saying, “Sin, lets play”
Sin said, “Get away from me and stay”
“Why?” said I, with blood on my hands
“Because you are a terrible and evil man
“But it was me who these things you taught”
“Yes, but you are more sinister than I thought”
What greatness God and Sin’s spell,
Alone and abandoned from sea and from shell.
I learned many secrets but never did I tell
I was so wicked, I was even cast from Hell
I, being despised, happy to run amuck
taught the tree how to kill the Woodchuck
Like Abel’s, many lives I ended abrupt
And all along, God knew my soul was corrupt
I stomped the Red Robin and tortured the Blue Jay
Though I knew not the path when things were gray,
It wouldn’t have mattered if Sin taught me to prey,
I would have surely killed Abel anyway
The nature of my deed is inherent in human creed
What natures did I breed—Hatred, jealousy, greed
I couldn’t help it, I am my father’s seed,
And for blood, Great Father does have need,
So to Hell with Heaven and its heavenly glare,
To Hell with my father and his fatherly stare,
To Hell with that garden and what else was there,
To Hell with the animals, I pulled out their hair,
My brother was able and I called insane,
but Mother birthed us both in agony and pain,
so whenever you gather in places
where The One God All Mighty reigns,
Remember some of you descend from Abel,
And the rest of you descend from Cain.
Lonnie B EL writes education and entertainment for Moorish-American.com, oversees The Moorish Psychology Association, and hosts “LONNIE’S SHOW” on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCovWfXMGzwcwD95ttNu_y5A?view_as=subscriber
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