fickle crowds had their fads
even two thousand ago years...
at his feet they throw palm leaves
hosanna hosanna shouted in praises
not understanding their Messiah passes
for their sins to die shed blood tears...
anointed traveller by passing cures
his innocent sacrifice death slays
I think those that Hosanna shouted
were Hebrew common people good...
Christ by a kiss taken in the night betrayed
political opponents were mob that shouted
in pay of Sanhedrin temple officials
Romans supporting political factions...
benefiting in continuation status desired
not much has changed everything has changed
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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Hello good friend Terry Man, I think that is powerful and such a clear message. It helps us to realize a bit more about our human nature and tendencies, what we are capable of and how ignorant we can be at times. I really enjoyed your poem and I am honored to have been an inspiration to you. Thank you poet friend! Loyd C. Taylor, Sr.