Was it not enough?
Did he not suffer quite as much as you’d wanted?
Was all of this folly just what you’d needed?
Had he not witnessed all ill's of men and was his despair taken
Doomed to fall from grace and die for sin of man, an outcast
In an un-caring world!
Was it his fate? Did he ask for all he had been given?
Or was it thrust upon him against his will?
He’s told “I am light and Love” so why must he suffer?
Crucified but not between two thieves,
Yet no one to wrap his body in fine linen and grieve.
No mother to kiss his feet when all is done
No one there to tell him he’s the loving son.
“The first shall come last and the last shall come first! ”
So why was he always last?
Was it your plan to see him suffer?
Did you enjoy watching him cry?
Have you compassion?
Or is that just a lie?
He had feelings, most of them pain.
Did you enjoy watching him hurt?
Or was it all just a game?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem