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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384344" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Christ Crucified</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way<br>To do the will of Christ, our Lord and Master, day by day; <br>And with this prayer upon my lips, I knew not that I dreamed, <br>But suddenly the world of night a pandemonium seemed.<br>From forest, and from slaughter house, from bull ring, and from stall, <br>There rose an anguished cry of pain, a loud, appealing call; <br>As man – the dumb beast’s next of kin – with gun, and whip, and knife, <br>Went pleasure-seeking through the earth, blood-bent on taking life.<br>From trap, and cage, and house, and zoo, and street, that awful strain<br>Of tortured creatures rose and swelled the orchestra of pain.<br>And then methought the gentle Christ appeared to me and spoke: <br>‘I called you, but ye answered not’ – and in my fear I woke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then next I heard the roar of mills; and moving through the noise, <br>Like phantoms in an underworld, were little girls and boys.<br>Their backs were bent, their brows were pale, their eyes were sad and old; <br>But by the labour of their hands greed added gold to gold.<br>Again the Presence and the Voice: ‘Behold the crimes I see, <br>As ye have done it unto these, so have ye done to me.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again I slept. I seemed to climb a hard, ascending track; <br>And just behind me laboured one whose patient face was black.<br>I pitied him; but hour by hour he gained upon the path; <br>He stood beside me, stood upright – and then I turned in wrath.<br>‘Go back! ’ I cried. ‘What right have you to walk beside me here? <br>For you are black, and I am white.’ I paused struck dumb with fear.<br>For lo! the black man was not there, but Christ stood in his place; <br>And oh! the pain, the pain, the pain that looked from his dear face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now when I woke, the air was rife with that sweet, rhythmic din<br>Which tells the world that Christ has come to save mankind from sin.<br>And through the open door of church and temple passed a throng, <br>To worship Him, with bended knee with sermon, and with song.<br>But over all I heard the cry of hunted, mangled things; <br>Those creatures which are part of God, though they have hoofs and wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the mill, the mine, and shop, the little slaves of greed; <br>I heard the strife of race with race, all sprung from one God-seed.<br>And then I bowed my head in shame, and in contrition cried –<br>‘Lo, after nineteen hundred years, Christ still is crucified.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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