You can tell me that you gave the world love
when the Old T was out paged by the New
Or hide that your baptismal waters broke off
the umbilical cord with the truth
So, it must manifest the imposing false light
and spread all over from the Ephesians to the Corinthians
and the Acts of a lying actor who despised facts
When the Just one died with the stoning
who had an unwelcome age taking down his fight
You can tell me the love was felt
when Constantine began the Church’s embellishing
of its virtue on fallen Pagan blood
That so high were the stained-glass windows,
so precious were the icons and relics of saints
So tall were the steeples, imagined to hold on to every posterior age!
Then how did Byzantine fall? And so, Jerusalem?
to a poltergeist of blood-shedding.
You couldn’t tell whether there was any wisdom
in a war of worlds, each abounding in its own ruthlessness
like one evil devolving into another!
And of course, did your monks with cold hands
flip the pages of the two compartments of the Bible
thinking it was one by one God? The God, who restrained himself to indicate to the converts
spread across the world, that they were truer by their own prior faiths!
And you, who all believe that Gabriel came with the truth at the annunciation,
Should you also, in the same vein, believe that Idriss inspired Mohammed
That you should then hasten to despatch the world from one evil age to another!
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