Read this inspiring poem by Moredot

SINNER’S RHETORICS
Am I still the rigid sinner,

Who cry and weep all night like the howling wolves and ostriches,

Am I still the rigid sinner?

With no glimmer of succulent beards and tall moustaches?

Am I still the rigid sinner,

Who still observes the dispensable abolition and ponderous rites?

Am I still the rigid sinner,

Who still stores up stolen treasures and uses dishonest scales?
Am I still the rigid sinner,

Who still burn for ugly desires like coals expels to flames?

Am I still the rigid sinner,

With all angry fire face that smoulders all day and flares up at dawn?

Am I still the rigid sinner,

Whose appetite, woman, money n’ sex cannot satisfy?

Am I still the rigid sinner,

Who looks so empty inside like someone starving of hard water and wine?
Am I still the rigid sinner,

Who is gobbled down by monsters, tied and chained to the wall of hopelessness?

Am I still the rigid sinner,

Who is held down by pride and fed by rotten jealousy?

Am I still the rigid sinner,

Who look so pale in pain, like a labouring mother clutching her hands to her stomach?

Am I still the rigid sinner,

With the unrighteous look and dubiotic hands?
Am I still the rigid sinner,

That is yet to blossom as the beautiful Korean lilies blooms?

That is yet to be enacted like an erected Lagos polls?

Whose branch is yet to disperse as the early morning birds?

Yet, yet and yet,

Am I the only rigid sinner?

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