Taken in the very act of love to teach mankind.
Of men looking like trees and,
The leaven of King Herod;
Come from the tomb and live among the living.
Of women looking like fruits and,
Above the reach of man in a high mountain;
But do come out from the dead and live among human.
To understand this parable needs a thought,
To understand this poem needs a muse,
For the seed you plant is the very harvest you do expect;
Like things seen and heard in times of war.
What type of man are you?
What kind of woman are you?
For a seed is shaken by the wind;
And many are born in fornication and adultery already.
I am taken in my act and you are taken in your acts too,
But there are many stories of man on this earth;
And one day, we all need to be put in order!