O, Son of God!

“Make not my Father’s house
An house of merchandise”…
John- 2: 16

O Son of God!
Ever since thou left us,
We have made this world,
Thy Father’s house,
A house of merchandise!

To appease our weapon interests
We created belligerence
Built distrust fought wars
Sold hatred in exchange
Of doves of peace

When dost thou come down?
Once again amongst us
To demolish this temple this body
Where greed presides,
Just as thou destroyed
Thy body on cross
Along with all our sins!

When dost thou come down?
To rebuild a house of no hate
Just as thou proved thy words that
Thou wilt raise it up in three days
And just as thou resurrected
As thou promised!

18th December 2009

poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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