Pontius Pilate Poem by Gert Strydom

When you washed your hands,
did deliver a righteous innocent man,
the creator Lord God
to a angry, revolting crowd

did you think for one moment
that the destiny that was measured out
was not due to Him?

Were you too stupid to know
that you did bind yourself
eternally to darkness,
while Lucifer
wanted to destroy God?

Did you not know that no one
would forget your gesture,
that through the ages
people would view you as a murderer?

Nevertheless as the ruling symbol,
you did wash your hands and brought them together,
for your own sake did deliver the Son of God to death
and did choose to go to eternal damnation.