The Savage Heart
Soulless they say,
stupid, obnoxious.
What do I feel,
when I look at his crown of thorns?
What do I think,
about innocent baby born?
About his seven external signs,
which give us graces of their own.
As animal, the dog
at his tabernacle,
the sacred sense I feel,
for me, he is the mankind's king.
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