I mocked him
Because, he was nothing like me,
It made me joyful and happy.
I mocked him
Because, of his belief,
I hope it brings him sorrow and grief.
I mocked him
And I don't really care,
For him I will not help or say a prayer.
I mocked him
Because, how he walked,
And because how he looked and talked.
I mocked him
With false rumors and accusations and lies,
It brought joy and happiness to my eyes.
I mocked him
As if I was a schoolyard bully,
I was mean, hateful, uncaringly and unruly.
I mocked him
Because, others did and told me to,
I follow others as what they say and do.
I mocked him
Even though the Bible said I shouldn't,
To stop it, I wouldn't.
I mocked him
From a whisper heard in my ear,
It filled me with hate and fear.
I mocked him
And for him I didn't care or pray,
I wonder what God will speak on my judgement day.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem