Touch

the frail 
flesh of man 
the divinity 
of a mother 

tries to reach
shackles on his flesh
a man made wall
he tries to breach
divine mother
he tries to beseech
cursed by his silence
betrayed by his
sense of speech
his forefathers
love of god
but love of humanity
did not teach
proselytizing
puritanical hate
bigotry powered
is what they preach
a bleeding soul of man
turned to bleach
on the crossroads of
his spirituality
crashes headlong
with a screech