O Princes Give Up Your Thrones
I was never anyone’s
But I feel sorrow for those
Who truly are.
But I can bear no longer
Hear the news anymore!
Why so many? So often?
All those years ago?
All coming now in the light.
Didn’t they see their names
Written by Christ in the sand,
All those many years ago?
For their blindness what do they have to show?
Except, human ruins.
O Princes banish them all
And yourselves step down from your thrones
Before you can count under your feet anymore bones.
O Peter, in any other name, give the Keys to the East
And your occidental thrones may be occupied by more Worthy souls,
O Constantinople, the doors, the doors!
Close them on all those Betrayers of so many little souls
So that we all can give rest, soon, healing comes to the least and the best.
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