The Human Race
An original poem
God hates sinners says the pastor on the stage
Sinful things, he says, sends him into a rageÂ
He hates everything that is evil
Because all of these things, they come from the devil
He stands on the dais, he says we all are sinnersÂ
But you see my friend just because a thing glitters
Doesn’t mean it’s above all disputeÂ
And for him that’s not entirely the truth
For when he’s caught in a lie, our pastor he cries
Yet if you’re the one caught, don’t be surprised
He simply says please forgive me y’all, I have sinnedÂ
But you’d be tar, feathered and skinnedÂ
Meanwhile our pastor after a couple of yearsÂ
At it again, he says god hates the trans and the queers
Back on the stage he says he was born again
If you agree then let me hear an amenÂ
With all of that hating does god have time for love?Â
As it is here so shall it be up aboveÂ
We’ve got to have this uneasy discussionÂ
It’s a cause-and-effect repercussionÂ
Then there the king who sits ‘pon his throne
This was granted by god, to him aloneÂ
He says there he rules by god’s divine graceÂ
And therefore, this means he cannot be replacedÂ
In all that he does, the king is empowered by god
But one must admit that his logic is flawedÂ
He implies that he can do no wrongÂ
As we wonder what happens when he’s goneÂ
The priest screams only he can interpret the wordÂ
He prays day and night so we can be assuredÂ
His relationship with god makes him special
The priest says that he’s god’s earthly vesselÂ
Believe in my god for your eternal salvation
He is the one who designed this creationÂ
He is the only path in the here and hereafter
We are his servants and he is our masterÂ
History show us some humans demand a shepherd
Someone to keep away the lions, bears and leopards
Someone above them, there to hold them in check
Even if it means a collar ‘round their neckÂ
In captivity, they’ll swear they have freedom
Proud to belong to their master’s fiefdom
In the filthiest conditions they find an excuse
They’ll gladly suffer torment and degrading abuse
This is a bane, a curse of the human race Â
Often many obey, saying they know their placeÂ
The rich rule the poor, demand they be content
However, there are times when this leads to dissentÂ
(Bio: Brian Sankarsingh is a Trinidadian-born Canadian immigrant who describes himself as an accidental poet, with a passion for advocacy and a penchant for prose)
