Poetry

The kings, dukes, princes and prelates
did not want to know You, one of them even wanted to destroy You
and the learned men, the priesthood and the plutocracy
did not want to be a part of Your harvest
and later the Sanhedrin and a governor
punished You as totally innocent man,
thrashed You with a cat-o-nine-tails,
as they mocked You and even at Your death they were silly
when smugly they did decide over Your fate,
nailed You to a cross and pushed it into the earth,
aimed insults, mockery and spit at Your face,
as they pressed the worst bit of humanity onto You
but for those who are broken You did come
and in love like a lamb You were mute.