Damien Sin (1965–2011)
SELECTED POEMS
Saints, Sinners and Singaporeans
The laughter of fools cannot hurt the Wise.
so, ignore the fools and… close Your eyes.
You, who taught them not to love material things.
and they, instead, tried to make You — King.
Until to fulfil what prophecy had wrote;
the Lamb was to be the mutton of the scapegoat.And You were so sweet to cross Your feet,
so they could save one nail, is it?
Were You dreaming? Or had You awakened…
when You asked if You been forsaken?
How bitter was that liquid lunch
Of vinegar wine from a soaked sponge?
Did You cry out, or did You just… die
when You felt the spear that pierced Your side?Or was the agony that hurt the most,
inflicted by those who twisted Your words.
Invoking Your name — solemn and serious,
for a pious chorus of victorious vultures.
Who, for the sake of their own selfish purposes,
stink up the Heavens with their poisonous prayers.
The Pharisees, the Scribes an the whited sepulchres,
who tainted Your name by association with theirs.Thus, the Message of Love was lost,
when the Word got confused with the cross.
’cos people should know You regardless of,
whether You’re Son of Man or Son of God.
For the gentle wisdom and precious lessons,
of a lofty Truth above religion;
Of love and life and human compassion,
for Saints, Sinners and Singaporeans.
