A Crossroad Poem by Adrian Flett

At the Cross sacrifice is a need
no thought if straight the way.
At crossroads we plead
a proxy killing, of special other, paid,

We need the sense as cultures divide
to hear others' ways, needs and thoughts.
Sift through it all; to reconcile
despite the conflict so wrought.

A wilderness memorial walk
will commemorate us here.
Counter all where none else but sacrificial talk
will do; our cultural response is clear.