Roam the dry place waiting for breaches <br />Rapture of pride titillated by thorns <br />We are the children of the broken dream <br />Who hung the stars before our vacant eyes? <br />Run into the children of Cain <br />They wait for the dark man <br /> <br />Brooks speak of the rising sun <br />I have left the shadow of time <br />Olive tree with tendrils to the garden <br />Fruit of the true tree <br />Springs of living joy <br /> <br />Militant man of earth <br />Helmets with brazen Rome <br />Man of the state <br />Man of the steeple <br />Man of ideology <br />Military man <br />Your solutions die at Armageddon <br /> <br />Can’t you watch with me one hour? <br />Soul of peace in a body of sin <br />Nature against soul <br />Fallen nature sees the stars <br />Split, fragmented <br />Lord they know not what they do! <br />Thank you for forgiveness <br />I shall forgive all and join you <br />The serpent’s head has been crushed<br /><br />Joseph Narusiewicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serpents-head/
