To Christ, Son of Man

To Christ, Son of Man

Those who struck Him once
in the name of their rulers,
are born again in this present age.

They gather in their prayer-halls
in a pious grab,
they call their soldiers,

‘Kill, Kill’, they shout;
in their roaring mingles the music of
their hymns,
while the Son of Man in His agony
prays, ‘O God,
fling, fling far away this cup filled with
the bitterest poison.’

Rabindranath Tagore