GOLGOTHA DAYS (Draft 3)
Advent reflections swiftly became
Gethsemane nights
and Golgotha Days
my Palestinian Jesus
the one whose followers
proclaimed as Christ
looked on and felt
like He'd never been born
His people still tortured
maimed and killed
by an occupying power
His cries ignored
the government
of my birthland
applauds the massacre of innocents
as if all light and hope
had been smothered
in the womb
and Jesus wept
Malcolm Evison - December 2023
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