Mother-
Did you tell me a story of a man with no home
Dwelling in the cathedral- strapped to the cross
With rag his nude to veil
And crown a thorn his head to mock-
?
Mother-
Did you say me the story-
Of this prince born a manger
Of this poor creature, carpenter
Whose father own earth
?
Mother
What I read of his father-
In sacred book ye gifted me-
Has torn me betwixt light and dark
I read
That mother this hero was raped by a spirit-
And same spirit again put poor Mary child to death
Mother-Tell- is the spirit Lucifer?
Seem they mistaken him for God some-places
And tell there’s more error in this book-
For as I further read still-
He ascended in the clouds
Was a tempest his corpse swirling about well?
Or in cloud
Is heaven is-?
Mother
Why you staring at me that way?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem