O SON of man, by lying tongues adored, <br />By slaughterous hands of slaves with feet red-shod <br />In carnage deep as ever Christian trod <br />Profaned with prayer and sacrifice abhorred <br />And incense from the trembling tyrant’s horde, <br />Brute worshippers or wielders of the rod, <br />Most murderous even of all that call thee God, <br />Most treacherous even that ever called thee Lord; <br />Face loved of little children long ago, <br />Head hated of the priests and rulers then, <br />If thou see this, or hear these hounds of thine <br />Run ravening as the Gadarean swine, <br />Say, was not this thy Passion, to foreknow <br />In death’s worst hour the works of Christian men?<br /><br />Algernon Charles Swinburne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-russian-persecution-of-the-jews-sonnets/
