Old Cain Poem by Anisha Nyambe

Old Cain

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Old uncle Cain, I knowed him well
He told me bout the lands he'd dwell
he told me bout his brother Abel
who he thought God but him higher than Babel.

He told me bout his malevolent deeds
and how God rejected his needs.
He said it was all Abel's fault
then the Lord put Cain's words at a fault.

Then I asked why he was in such a hurry.
He said he had a brother to burry.
So, old Cain, I let him go
and in the Wandering lands he walks to and fro!

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