Sinful
Blinded by his camouflaged clothes,
Which hold power among those weakened souls,
He remains a proud son for his father and mother—
Yet a monster to others.
He who touched and caressed
An unwilling, innocent breast,
Fear they watch his every move as he hides
His scornful, guilty eyes.
They wish to reveal his sinful skin
But are scared that those
Who are too proud of him
Won't believe a word they say.
