(Loosely based on John Donne's "Batter my Heart, Three Personed God")
One-Personed God. Your three headed son is
Fighting again. At their birth, The midwife,
Abraham heard their first cry, this should have
Been a warning of future things to come.
Now they fight over a bit of dry rock
Claimed by one, argued by second and third
Fighting over a bit of broken wall
A pair of sticks, and the marble’s round curve.
Their standard’s are; a star, a cross, a moon
Three flags, one pole. They fight while brothers die
Thinking they are strangers, yet both bleed red
Leave grieving wives who share the same salt tears
And so One-Personed God of mercy great.
Batter the heart of Your three bull-headed son.
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