I hark back to some past years…
To the years of my blackness and nescience,
To the time when I sank in extravagance
And got stinky satisfaction without fear.
Before the preacher man came with the homily
That turned my heart pious and holy.
I hark back to the time;
When I conflated my blood with sins,
And told myself it wasn’t a crime,
For I believed I didn’t risk other beings.
But the preacher man came with the light
That showed the way for my short sight.
I want to be like the preacher man.
I want to preach the words of God.
So that rotten deeds will run wan,
When many turn to follow the Words…