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Alibi
If you are keen on being “chic” these days,
Please do not speak the bothersome word “Sin”-
,It’s unacceptable, and stirs malaise,
In courteous discourse it fits not in.
Converse instead of rare pathology,-
Environmental influx negative
How could well-bred polite society
In such an oddity as “sin” believe.
A mythic part of the dim past, - Outré-
Nasty, antedeluvian idiom- “sin”,
Concept inimical - and long passé,
An apocryphal term, nearly obscene.
Who’d dare to speak of “sin” in our day?
It is explained alike a common cold,
Take this and that, and then it goes away,
This nuisance irritation - we are told.
But Jesus is not of the past, - but here,
And warns psychiatrist- psychologist;
“The oil slick spreads and dreadful is its smear-
Sin is reality, - sin does exist!”
For sin alas! they have a prompt excuse
There is no “sin” - the sophist pundits cry;
Soul doctors cannot see the bruises ooze,
Nor tend to them, but find an alibi.
The Pelican's sad eye now oozes oil
And tar sand blocks the sight of many a swan
And mother nature in great grief recoils
At the distress of birds of sea fowl and of man.
© Elizabeth Dandy
A very strong statement Elizabeth, with an especially powerful conclusion :
Soul doctors cannot see the bruises ooze,
Nor tend to them, but find an alibi.
Your position is well stated in this poem. Perhaps those who read will contemplate the message.
FM Salphire