Daily I slaughter
My wailing sentences
To offer every bit
Of my blood soaked words
At thy loving stance
Thy forbearing never
Transpired to came forth
To feed
Thy begotten child
To thy breast milk
I sacrifice my cause
In all blindness
Knowing not
Which held thee firm
In temple, mosque and church
Daily I pine
For thy eternal peace
Why then
You toll a bell
Hanging from thy walls
My wailing sentences
To offer every bit
Of my blood soaked words
At thy loving stance
Thy forbearing never
Transpired to came forth
To feed
Thy begotten child
To thy breast milk
I sacrifice my cause
In all blindness
Knowing not
Which held thee firm
In temple, mosque and church
Daily I pine
For thy eternal peace
Why then
You toll a bell
Hanging from thy walls
No comments:
Post a Comment