Do Not Crying Poem by PINONDANG SITUMEANG

Mother trembles and sobs
HE burdened the cross,
through walk up Via Dolorosa
HIS back wounded full of bloods
Whats HIS doing wrongs

The clock ring twelve
A shout loud Eli Eli lama sabaktani
The sun covered behind the black cloud
Temple wall and curtain torn down
This Man is truly a prophet

He said 'Do not crying for me'
Crying for your own wrong doing
Forgiving each other
As Lord forgive you


Mother wipe the tears away
Remember what are verses written
To redeem human being sin,
...and mine