The Son To The Father Poem by james watkin
The Son To The Father
Humanity's grim message
Interpret with mercy.
Its outcry having waded;
Where is The Mourner's Sea!
For love of it I sank in
Its bosom, collective.
To its shuddering depths, when
To reach its invective
In the gasped "my God, my God
Why have you forsaken me? "
You know was but to echo
A race 's desperate plea.
Thursday, May 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: religious
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