The Crucifixion Poem by Stephen Taylor

As the steel spike was being hammered through His palm
You couldn't here the bone break, they were busy in song

A party, an event, something to do
After all, life is so boring here, we need a crucifixion or two

No one noticed His pain, as His feet were being stapled together
They were busy discussing if the crops this year, would be better

When the soldier gouged His liver, with the dull jagged blade
An old man was laughing, as he watched two children play

And then, when He died, and gave up the Ghost
Everyone celebrated, by making a toast