Would the bird question the cruel weather
if it could speak a word from its tortured soul?
Could that word turn an apocalypse into a creation
that undressed it from prior evil to be free of future evil?
If God pronounced his verdict with a timely gravitas
that benumbed all the evil that overwhelmed him
that those who sought impunity, deserve retribution
Or else, pure wisdom would be rendered a hopeless illusion
I wore no fortune over my soul, despite my immense toil
if the holes in my tunic could be evidence of the story
of my volunteering to take the bullets, and still carry burden
If wisdom, itself, was an indomitable, invincible armour
would I bleed to death from the failure of my truth
I never thought humility and sublimity, be this disparaged
A world does not understand what injustice it has charged
I have a message for the strongmen of the world
that if you resist vanity from making power a disgrace,
you are equal to God, and have the pride of justice
God walked the earth, to take the blame and shame
Do mortal men empathise with his undeserved pain?
And those who think nothing of the ignored truth
would probably celebrate that the lie never hides in its hovel!
So, where would you strike your discerning(?) shovel?
Why do birds never gravitate to die unto the earth?
But does truth ever find ground, and does it take rebirth
when it forever keeps being thrust in the dirt?
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