On trading in the temple

On trading in the temple

A Poem by Sergey Streltsov

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With a stick
I will drive out those who sell from the temple,
there is no more shame in the world
than to resist Love,
and enemies see
a tribe selling holy
things everywhere, where He had
been sold to its slaves.

© 2024 Sergey Streltsov


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Added on November 1, 2024
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