We are the ones with leprosy, whose
hands
Are marked by our corruption. Men avoid
Our taint, would rather cross the
other side.
We are a bitterness to them and us.
We are the ones with leprosy. Our sin
Worn on our flesh for all the world
to see,
Despising what they fear. Themselves
writ large
We are the scapegoats of their
secrecy.
We are the ones found out, forever
shamed.
We are the ones who don’t look as
we should.
We are the ones who smell a little
off.
We are the ones who didn’t make the
grade.
We are the ones whom God has cast
aside.
We are the ones who walk a living
death,
The object lessons of the universe.
We carry mortal failure on our
breath.
We are the ones with leprosy. Our fear
Makes sunlight dark, makes rain
burn us like fire.
We have no hope less than a
miracle.
Where is the mercy for our slavery?
And yet he comes, he who is
unafraid
Of our worst darkness. Reaches out to
touch
Our vast uncleanness, and we are
remade
Given, by love, a glory we can
clutch.
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