Denis Martindale Poems
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* The Cross Of Christ
The jeering crowd like jackals stood,
To see what must be done.
Though once they thought this man was good,
They didn't see God's Son.
They called Him Rabbi, Teacher, Lord,
Yet now He was Rome's slave.
So all His claims were now ignored,
For who was He to save?
The nails were driven deep inside...
More drops of blood soon fell...
Once lifted, hoisted, crucified,
His life was just like Hell.
Torment and torture lay ahead.
His scourged back stung and bled and bled
As briars bruised His brain.
His mother wept each passing ...
Passport To Confusion...
It's thanks to Europe I'm confused, who rules the British Isles?
The years have passed, I'm not amused, I'm rarely prone to smiles.
They've passed so many foolish laws, our leaders then agreed
And now that these have run their course, we've seen their flaws succeed.
I'd like to see us leave behind the follies of the past,
That none would think in their right mind would come and stay and last...
I'd like to say farewell to France and Germany as well,
It's only now we've got the chance!