I'm not a believer but I have learnt
He without sin cast the first stone
First to scorn, first to moan
Yet last to see what's under your nose
I am Judas, you father of Moses
Your son's so perfect you shower him in roses
Looked down on, outclassed, because of our accent
Why do you think he's ill? Not by accident
No hope for him yet you'll never know
I'm full of promise, I don't smoke dope
At the end of the day my priorities are straight
No wonder I'm the person you love to hate
Old enough now, responsible too
Shame they're not things he has learnt from you
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He Without Sin
PoetryA new collection of poetry based on the theme of the seven deadly sins - Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth and Wrath. A work in progress book, with poems added as I work on them. All based on true experiences and encounters I hope you enjoy...
