Fickle Poem by Garrett Westcott

Fickle



On Sunday they praised
The God who could save
Save them from Rome
So long did they wait
On Friday their hearts
Turned on a dime
They crucified the King
Who could alone
Save their lives

Monday, March 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: christ,christian,christianity,easter,religion
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