Heaven's Uncanny Treason

Like a chameleon's camouflage that can Many a shade of his surroundings fake And still can't save his self from a sly snake, To me seems moral make-up of a man. Man, much in love with the disguise he's made, Clad as he's in gossamer veils, vile make- Ups and masks, scarce can rid his feigned façade, And can't any a less revealing make. I wish he'd not bitten that baited Fruit Of Temptation in the Garden of Eden, I wish he'd remained an innocent brute, Walked not the trap God made luring even! If Heaven has no uncanny reason To mislead men, what is it but treason! ______________________________________________________ This piece wonders aloud on the theme of Temptation, forbidden fruit, and Maya's play. Why should God, like police, simply watch us committing crime, and once the ill deed is done, catch us. God too perhaps is no better. He waits till the Judgement Day! ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 03.12.07 |