He walked down from
The mountain heights
And saw dark strife
Grappling with the world
Weaving counterfeit nights
His blood tickled down
His transfixed hands
On the luminous globe
Brother fought brother
Lies were told
Till truth became a legend
Children starved
Shivered in the cold
And five-star hotels
Threw left-overs into
garbage heaps
Cheating stepped into the open
Unashamed and bold
Anger welled in him
But He reminded Himself
That as God He had
no claim to anger
He wept,wept
And the blood and tears mingled
And drizzled in autumn loveliness
Over the frenzied earth.
no claim to anger
And the blood and tears mingled
