Broken Words

Broken words from the lips of pain

come to my ears.

The beauty of their sorrow

in its tragic majesty reveals

the sanctuary in the soul of man

and the strange poverty of the rich.

What happens to you happens to me

in this spectacle of pain

with the stain of innocent blood

shed before the eyes of the mother.

Are we the false friend

who bears the sins of the world?

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