by Glenn Fairman 7/31/16
For the Curse of Ham I walk the earth
A slave to those who bind the wrists
To a country my fathers never knew
I am draped in ebony, for the Curse of Ham
For this Mark of Cain I till the earth
“Day clean to first dark” as a beast of the land
A stigma upon me, for I am not my own
So I bend my back, for the Curse of Ham
For Ham saw Noah on the ground
And covered not his drunken hide
“A curse upon your sons and sons”
“You shall serve your brethren,” for the Curse of Ham
How just are You who holds the stars
Who forms the Pleiades intact?
Must I bear the sin of one false son
Who honored not his father bare?
For the Curse of Ham I’ve seen men die
Their children sold and love deprived
The violation of all I knew
My fate predestined. My end decided
As one stillborn, with the Curse of Ham.
Glenn Fairman writes from Highland, Ca.
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