The Danger Of My Single Story

Took no pride in sacrifice

Had little to spare, a morsel will suffice

Every thing I did my brother outdid me

Day after day festered my rage and jealousy

And finally one evening I could take no more

No more of his outdoing me as he did before

Got into an argument and the rage inside

Escaped with a fury to the first homicide

Rage made me do something I ought not

Ought never to have killed the only brother I got

Frightened when God asked where Abel was, I cried

Me, “I know not?” I was the first man who lied

Yesterday Abel lived but today he just laid there

Sleeping, motionless and his blood flowed everywhere

It was the voice of Abel’s blood that cried unto God

No rest again, no peace or contentment, I was banished to Nod

Got but one story, me, the older brother Cain

Lived with selfishness, jealousy, rage, lies and had slain

Even tried to deceive God with my devious answer

Should I know, “Am I my brother’s keeper?”

These were the makings of habits men learnt from me

One story led to a world of murderers, liars and doers of iniquity

Regardless to how many have heard it danger is on the increase

Yesterday mistakes are not mended and evils never cease