When He set off for the journey
He knew it wasn't about the money
Unlike a be, He wasn't after honey
For the Sun would have shone like yesterday
But it chose to shine no different today
Even the universe in its global form knows it's Sunday
But whatever the day has come to bear, it's Palm Sunday

Of sense and non-sense was the feeling
Unknown to the known there was no billing
Of the spur of the moment none expected a healing
Nobody expected to, on the moment do a stealing
What was important was the renovation
Of the soul and replenish the mine like a revolution
Everything was open on one end yet in motion
There was no one meant to halt at a station
They all gave Him a standing ovation

Without a sense of competition
He chose to enter like one in opposition
Both of them had a different division
And so each of all had a vision
One on this side, the other on the other
One commandeering, the other saving another
One heckled and ululated at, another honoured and revered
Someone for rank; a humble one where hope is banked