Way back it was just God and Adam, who was lonely.
God was not, but had compassion.
Eve arrived to brighten the night.
All was good … for a while.
A snake whispered: 
the woman said why?
He couldn’t deny
and it all went awry.
Exile and exodus, murder and flood.
Never look back, just follow the man,
He’ll take you back to where it all began.
Or fail you, like He did in Japan.
The pot keeps boiling, sticky like tar.
We can’t recall what went in the jar.
We can’t look back, it stretches too far.
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Author: manqindi
Post imperial wind drift. Swazi, British, Zimbabwe-Rhodesian, Irish, New Zealand citizen and resident, now in Queensland, Australia. 10th generation African of mainly European descent.
Catholic upbringing, more free thinker now. BA and Law background. Altar boy, wages clerk, uncle, prefect, student, court clerk, prosecutor, magistrate, convoy escort, pensioner, HR Practitioner, husband, stepfather, father, bull terrier lover, telephone interviewer, Call Centre manager, HR manager, grandfather, author (amateur)
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