If I had viper's tongue and heart of fire
I'd scourge those savage Christians
hooked on Christ the Word
and teach them to look upon
what that son of man did.
Christ ! The word falls like a knife,
single syllable plumbing depths.
Would that I could hold that image
bleeding down through history
and wipe this stain away.
There is a truth balanced
in the scales weighted in favour of injustice.
Lifting my hands I weep
and go on softly weeping
into the silence.