i dreamt Jesus came back last night
& walked thru the tents & tarps
& the mud & the cholera of Haiti...
amidst the bodies & the children crying;
and He turned back towards Jerusalem,
weeping for the sins of apathy
to be crucified again.
i dreamt Jesus came back last night
& walked thru the streets & the cities of America...
thru the addiction & the poverty,
the homelessness, the prejudice, the lostness...
to the halls & cathedrals of Washington
where life is bought & sold & blood is cheaper
than oil...
& He turned away from the cross,
and went fishing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Rich in imagery and depth. Very well conceived. A perfect 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1.