Sonnet On Marriage Iii Poem by Timothy Faboade

'Man', said He, 'Shouldn't alone be,
For him, from his ribs I'll create a holy help,
Who shall look like his real self
And the two a couple shall divinely be.'

Against loneliness man never a voice
Raised nor desired a God-made love,
Which after forced became hatred and rough
And later turns out to be World's Noise.

'Lord', he defended, 'the woman the fruit
She gave me to blindly, briefly eat
After she'd been blinded by the crawling Brute,
So, before you, I can't stand on my feet.'

The first God-made family led to the first fall
And an eternal, inherent burden for all.