A Sinner in Winter by Anthony Mtuaswa Johnson

I am a sinner in winter
A ‘wanna be angel in fall,
Falling free form
Shaped like a snow-flake,
Floating like a dream.
Dreaming of a place with no race
Heart open, eyes with no face.
Facing a wall of red stone,
Climbing on top of Ancestor Bone.
Boning up on babble,
Masquerading as Truth,
Full of Contempt.
I am a sinner in winter,
you too,
Nobody’s exempt!
Falling free form,
Shaped like a snow-flake,
Floating like a dream.
Dreaming of a place with no race
Heart open, eyes with no face.
Facing a wall of red stone,
Climbing on top of Ancestor bone.
Boning up on babble,
Masquerading as truth,
Full of Contempt.
I am a sinner in winter,
you too,
Nobody’s exempt!
Ahh’, but spring will arrive
When winter crumbles.
Leaving traces of what will come,
Beliefs we thought were so real
Turn out to be bubble gum!
In a wrapper,
Dressed oh so dapper,
Mimicking the original call.
Me, I’m just a sinner in Winter,
A ‘wanna be angel in Fall.