Among Christian circles, today is known as Good Friday, the day Jesus Christ was supposed to have been crucified over 2,000 years ago. These poems serves as a tribute to our messiah this easter.
Jesus' Love
Crucify him! rent the atmosphere.
this rabid mob 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.
The Saviour at Easter
An immortal terminated by mortality,
The holy book testifies to how
He forfeited His glorious position,
To thread the path of dust, flesh and blood.
Their feet emersed in a bowl half-filled,
A fine towel of silk weave held in his hands,
Each foot he cleansed, then the other,
A certain peter mockingly opted for a bath.
He laughed it off. He taught them an invaluable lesson in humility.
A certain one among you would betray me.
They all asked is it 'I'.
The last time his divine cheeks were kissed
Was the last time he kissed freedom bye.
Today, he trudges through the streets,
A heavy cross resting on his shoulders.
No one volunteered to volunteer,
So Joseph of Aramathea was forcefully invited to help him out,
Lest he expired, before hanging on the tree,
As a cursed Man, for the expiation of our sins.
