The Flesh of God
Who were those women
Who screamed against God,
against Manhood?
And I,
facing the world just then,
who was I?
Was I with women,
with God
or with mankind?
Why do I hear now the cry
Of those who did not see the Light
like a guilt that oppresses my soul?
But who filled in the gaps
of the innocent dead?
Why do not we understand yet
they were the flesh
of God?!
And
we all carry on,
indifferent to
the signs
of His suffering!
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