Crucify him! rent the atmosphere.
this rabid crowd bubbled
with the energy of injustice.
Crucify him! their voices laced with anger.
I took up my hammer
and nailed in a six inch into his palm
I felt no remorse.
Crucify him! spittle flew from their mouths
their eyes reddened with rage.
If you were Pontius Pilate,
would you do otherwise?
yet he cried forgive them lord.
accursed, he hung on the cross
and absolved them of intent for their crime
he said;
father, they know not what they are doing.
Written and published by Onyeoziri Favour
