By Virtue Of Your Flesh Poem by John Sensele

By virtue of your flesh, you're condemned to temptation
Which haunts you day and night
As you grapple to divert attention
From troubles in doubles that steal your light and magnify your plight.

By virtue of your flesh, you're fighting a battle you can't win
Because you inherited the curse of Adam
From whom you descend whether you're a twin
Or a product of a scam.

By virtue of your flesh, you're required to pour sweat
Every day of our life despite pretending to be the cream of creation
Where you spurned your creator's command who asked you to wait
For his appointed day to receive if you deserved it a standing ovation.

By virtue of your flesh, you spend your days plotting in your head
A plethora of malice and injustice
Directed at your colleagues, your church mates, your maid
Your spouse, your partner and your friend during a Winter solstice.