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.