Judas Iscariot Poem by Chris Zachariou

My Lord,
our covenant

"The Messiah
in a crown of thunder
in a blaze of glory.

There will be death, fires
and Roman blood
and all the bells will ring
'Jehovah has come to Zion'."

How many more years Lord,
can you not hear Salem weep?

Now she sleeps with
prefects and centurions;
the proud voice that sang
your praises, silenced.

A false king sits on
the throne of David
and the golden harp
sings to you no more.

How much longer Lord?
Each day I come knocking
on your door, and each day
you say 'tomorrow'.

But no more my Lord
I raise my head and say to you
'no more. Not tomorrow, today'.