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Understand Man

How hard is it to understand that it is not power, not pride, not your victories that your god will see?

How hard is it to understand humanity
to see a man as he is
to let your words and his
dance in the air like lovers do

How hard is it to understand love
when he shows you his daughter
no bigger than your arm—
does it not remind you of your own?

How hard is it to understand kindness
when you see him open the door
for a man of a hundred years
so history can walk ahead

How hard is it to understand joy—
like when the wrinkles by his eyes
match the wrinkles around yours
as the punchline turns into laughter

How hard is it to understand the body
how when he bruises and bleeds
it’s because he is made of mortality
and so are you

How hard is it to understand that it is not power
not pride
not your victories
that your god will see

Not the blood you have released from the veins of children
not the fear you have kindled
not the screams that rise like wildfire

When you stand before him
he will ask you what love
what kindness
what joy you have brought to his creations

And when the heavens fall silent
and the inferno erupts
remember that no god could ever forgive
the atrocities you have done