Parable

So Abraham rose from his slumber, carved the wood,
and went, and took the fire with him, and a knife.
Isaac his first-born spoke and said, my Father,
look at the preparations of fire and iron ?,
but where is the lamb, for this burnt-offering ?
Then Abraham bound the youth with belts and straps,
and built parapets and trenches over the lands of Europe,
and stretched forth a knife to slay his son.
lo! an Angel called to him out of heaven,
saying, lay not a hand upon him,
neither do anything to him, your son.
Behold! Look caught in a thicket by its horns,
A ram !! offer the Ram of Pride instead.

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
and half the seed of Europe, one by one.

Based on a poem written by Wilfred Owen c.1917

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