Cleaving

You stripped the jungles of the world You blew the hunting horn You chased the beasts out of the field You pricked the bloody thorn You drove the leper from the streets You martyred men of war You stood on mountains made of steel Molten, to the core With words of want you praised your gods As children took up arms You cleaved the tumor from the wound – The cancer wasn’t gone You hid the truth within yourself You never could believe You were the blight that wrecked the cell Yourself it was You sought to cleave –