The Evil Man. Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Are you sure you do really understand
the implication of the message you are trying to preach to me?
Do you feel the density of its value against your human skin?
You see me; a stranger in the streets
and you feel the need to take me to your church:
my life has to be saved and exempted from sin -
I am an evil man you met - ambulant in the streets.

Are you sure I am not going to attend
your church on a festive atmosphere and meet
the same type of evil that I hate
when I see in the streets?

Evil is the same, no matter where you are - there's no other legitimate name for it, but evil.
How holy is your pastor, really?
Is he not the same evil stranger -
you'd wanna take to the same church -
that is ambulant in the streets?
He is as holy, as the policeman
that takes you to prison, is innocent.

I have learned to locate evil in the holy god of Israel too
because when our fathers were what God says are the things of evil,
we were shown true examples to make us believe
that God was one of the evil devils that brought turbulence to our lives.

There is still that evil lingering in the church today,
which is the thing that makes people choose
to die way before they get to heaven.
I am the spirit that has been condensed
to take the form of living human beings.