If you’d like to exist
You pagans,
I made you out
of the clay of ignorance,
I have taught you
the words to speak,
with you I have created the infants,
my servants,
through you
I gave you new commandments and laws
If you’d like to exist
“Oh Lord, my God
we want Prometheus! “
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Lovely Mala, sensitivity, and delicacy!
An old, old poem. And photo. Million of “sorry” Doina! Now I saw your comment.