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OH FOOLISH MAN - Poem by Paul Lanman

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Pauls poem was inspired by the death of Alan Kurdi. His poem inspired me to to voice it. This is one of the most beautiful poems I've ever seen. It moved me to do this, and I hope I have done it justice. I hope it will move you to share it.

The original Published Poem which moved me.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/clara-macri/oh-foolish-man_b_8223804.html?ir=Australia

The images in this will probably offend you, hopefully they will offend you enough to share this so we can try to stop this madness.

Paul was inspired by the death of 3 yr old Alan Kurdi (mistakenly called Aylan). Below are some images of Alan Kurdi and his short life.

The images in this will probably offend you. It is for ADULTS ONLY. This video is NOT monetised! I will not profit from war!

If you wish to Thank Paul for his beautiful poem, here is his Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/paul.lanman1
Alan Kurdi 3 years old refugee drowned. https://goo.gl/stOcjG

I would like to share a poem I am just finishing. My inspiration was the picture of the body of the Syrian child, Aylan, lying on the Beach that made global headlines recently. I consider myself to be a very spiritual person, but not attached to any specific religious group.. I was so deeply effected by that single photo, that I wondered how GOD, in the conventional sense! would feel looking down on the present state of his creation.It is not my wish to offend any group of people, nor religious sect.

Oh Foolish Man…
What abominations hast thou committed in my Name?
I bestowed upon thee, and thine, the gift of life,
And the gift of infinite fatherly love!

I set thee, in the center of a paradise true.
Fashioned by the work of mine own loving hands,
For thou alone! And yet, thou hast, brought naught
But desolation, to this thine home, and to thy kind!

I weep the despondent tears of a grieving Father.
As mine eyes look down upon the hollow souls,
Thou hast become, in thy greed, and thy lust for power.
I fashioned thy kind, in love and reason!
Yet thou manifest neither in thy thoughts, nor actions!

I have sent to thee, many enlightened ones,
Since your first generations, seen as prophets, and teachers
They came to thee to plead, in my loving name,
To correct thy crooked and evil course!

Then thou takest their words of love and goodness,
And twist their meaning to fit thine own evil deeds!
Thou hast become such a bitter taste in my mouth.
And my love for thee, is shaken to the very core!

But for, the flickering torch of love, I dimly still see,
Amongst those few, whose struggling glow, yet prevails.
Like weakly burning embers, nearly lost in the black ashes
Of the fire of desolation, thou hast chosen to follow!

I would cleanse thy fouled garden with fire
And all the darkness that walks within!
But it is yet my hope! That the winds of righteousness
Might yet rise up, and fan thy burning embers to life.

To become once more, thy great flame of pure love and light.
As a beacon to thee, to walk in the light of truth, and
To Love one another, just as thy Father has loved thee!

A poem by PAUL LANMAN.

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