Why bow to a god shaped by hands
Why worship an idol made of clay?
It is you who placed the baked calf
On the majestic pedestal so high
From where it can only command
People of the land distant and nigh
And you prostrate to the profanity
Is it people’s rule or child’s play?
You are hallowed heralds of liberty
You are the torches of free word
What a shame, you have offered
Your life’s ideals to
your idol lord
You devotees of the true and unseen
Why let your mind
walk a mindless way?
Who should I trust in tumultuous world?
Whose voice must speak to enlighten?
Who’ll lead us in courage and wisdom?
When violent hands around us frighten?
Who will be a lamp till the break of day?
Xavier Bage
Wed, Dec 06, 2017
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