D`wine

Mistaken by the subsequent races
The STORY of god and His traces;
From Solon to Solomon, and
from Moses to Marx, and of course,
From necromancy to theocracy.
How can He only be a Semitic,
and mute in Gallic and in Attic?
THESE are nothing but fancies, and
an aura of Romance, that brought
humanity in trance, to cease their peace and
Freedom with an uncertain attitude;
And fool the Mortals as a child.

How graciously marked by a Renaissance`s soul, that
there is no sin but ignorance, and
count religion but a childish toy.
Isn`t THIS a fable or old wives` tales?
Priest, monk, Saint, cleric and rabbi
These are but heralds of heaven and hell,
Claimed to be revealed with
scriptures sealed, that deluded
the truth that was 'cognate' to man.
The mysteries of life and death
Of good and evil, Of heaven and hell,
Aren`t illusions and mantal repressions?
That viciously drafted to hail their worldly vision.

by Xelam Kan

Comments (5)

I have found over the years that this wonderfully sweet verse has become my favorite at the most difficult time of a youthful passing.
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, The Reaper came that day; 'Twas an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away.
I came across this masterpiece by Longfellow by chance. I am left spell-bound and mesmerized by it. What a piece of literature. It must be read as text in the subject of literature in schools or perhaps in college. Blessed with such majestic verses.
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.l
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.k