The Scraps And The Aluuresees Poem by Imaobong Igwe

Seeing Christ on the cross
They shared tears
Yet they stood across
Without fears
Like the scribes and the pharesees
They want them dead
Naked they came
Naked they went
Sticks up and down
As if it were snake they had to kill
Not minding the blood
Flames erupt!
Sacrifice of the hypocrites
Hypocrites!
Devils in human forms!
We are better off these earth
Nekad we came
Naked we go
But just a word for you fools
We aren't closing the grave.