Where Upon The Head Is The Mind Of God Poem by Visato Kiso

If to thee I met, on my way home;
Luck to thee, if I smiled;
If scorn'd at, blame me not;
For 'tis face bear the turmoil'd mind;
For, in rush, I might forget;
To wear my face.

'Tis life is, but a short survival;
Dwell'd on a drop of sweat;
For living, a mere illusion;
For thou liv'd not, but exist'd to compete;
Cursed not me, but humankind;
The rush of race.

God forbids, but truer is the law of man
At the Magistrate's table;
Who shalt be judged, by whom?
Where upon the head is the mind of God?
To see thousands a crooked law, against one evil;
My head, it spins.

Early shalt let I be chariot'd home;
Whence at the Gate, I shalt be paraded;
To where, I shalt live evermore!
Every face that met my way, shalt be whisper'd;
Unto the numberless angels, at my Father's feet;
No law, but the Grace abundance!