Gethsemane's Agonies Keep Reoccurring Poem by DM W

The cold blooded hounding of compassion;
The torchlit betrayal at the garden gate,
Are replayed throughout the insolent centuries;
As Love is ambushed by dark spectres & shadows.
In modern times, the metal ways are more deadly
And infinitely more refined; with search lights
& mind numbing interrogations at night.
The torture of the disappeared via electrodes,
Has replaced the rudimentary measures,
Deployed at Christ's crude crucifixion.