The Human Race
An original poem
God hates sinners says the pastor on the stage
Sinful things, he says, sends him into a rage
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 sinners
But you see my friend just because a thing glitters
Doesn’t mean it’s above all dispute
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 sinned
But you’d be tar, feathered and skinned
Meanwhile our pastor after a couple of years
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 amen
With all of that hating does god have time for love?
As it is here so shall it be up above
We’ve got to have this uneasy discussion
It’s a cause-and-effect repercussion
Then there the king who sits ‘pon his throne
This was granted by god, to him alone
He says there he rules by god’s divine grace
And therefore, this means he cannot be replaced
In all that he does, the king is empowered by god
But one must admit that his logic is flawed
He implies that he can do no wrong
As we wonder what happens when he’s gone
The priest screams only he can interpret the word
He prays day and night so we can be assured
His relationship with god makes him special
The priest says that he’s god’s earthly vessel
Believe in my god for your eternal salvation
He is the one who designed this creation
He is the only path in the here and hereafter
We are his servants and he is our master
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 neck
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
Often many obey, saying they know their place
The rich rule the poor, demand they be content
However, there are times when this leads to dissent
(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)
