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God the Father with the symbols of the fourth apostles (tetramorphos), know as The Trinity, by Pieter Coecke van Aelst
Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Gods

The ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond and jade,
Sit silently on their temple shelves
While the people
Are afraid.
Yet the ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond—jade,
Are only silly puppet gods
That the people themselves
Have made.

#Americans #Blacks

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