Paying For Sins Poem by Alison Mujati

Paying for my sins

Born a transgressor
No toll whatsoever but there is an accessor
In my silence, the rage scream out loud
Just that the world is deaf and too proud

Within my voice words were spoken
Needless to mention the hearts I left broken
Doing it out of anger, good deeds of mine not reciprocated
Somehow deliberate but I'm left damaged

What is this unending edge of liking
Beyond the good notion, it leaves faces sulking
When I love one soul, why seeking the other as if it's not enough
Tired of games, dangerous as it is, hynas always laugh

Made friends, good for my liking
But why again did I make enemies
Within my goodness there is a devilish oldie playing on my background
Partying with a gun staffed in my pants
Human nature that can never find justification

In your presence, you are such a darling
When I speak with the other, the theme is about those who have left
Why getting tempted with good talks sour when gossip reaches its host
I rue being heroic with mere words
But still the first cannot teach me good subjects
Back stabbers all over, snitch and spy's

Destined for wrong yet my role was to play a good soldier
Where did this assassin feeling emanate from
They taught us good loyalty
I chose the different way and instantly became an enemy of the people
No one suspects my intentions, still that will not clarify my actions
I am a sinner who can be there for my cleansing

Serving them my troubles on a silver platter
Let the see the people I want them to see
When events happen in my channel,
Behold, hands in pocket, whistling and ululating timely
They point me a saint, but thatmake me not

For places I claim never to have step upon
I play football matches there in dark hours
Yes it's true you will never know your witch till she is caught red handed
It is not easy but only a good plan counters
Enjoying strife of people with them not knowing
Yes it is a transgression hence when time comes I must suffer for it.

I caused battles which I never fought in
One against the other, yet I sat on the terraces
One victory which I congratulated Clapping
And Pat shoulders of the vanquished uttering the hardness of luck

To everyone betrothed to sin
Where judgement is far from reach,
It's time to do away with fake smiles
Time to make amendments
Time to heal wounds and confess the sins we all committed
Let, the price for our sins be paid