Yet the Stain Remains
How could they
not know!? Two
thousand years
yet the stain remains:
on the forehead...
on the heads and
hearts of their children –
We are a bloodthirsty
society. Sadly, there also
dwells the spirit, in those
red cells indelible –
become the venom
of our being when man
pulses away from God....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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