Soliloquy for Cain

By Yictove

Like drums beating,

beating

for horrendous circumstance

of knowing you are killer

and despised one.

Your wooden house painted red

with you marked as owner.

With you there is no innocence

of fingertips.

You lie for pleasure

of your tongue.

Create secrets and reveal them

for your advantage.

And your children

are punished.

And your children

are punished.

Cunning eyes

ascertain loss

of dignity

and your opinion of the world

and all politics would blaze up

only because you would have it so.

This is knowledge no one wants.

This is knowledge we breathe.

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