It's been two thousand years,
But here we are again.
An innocent dark-skinned man
Was lynched,
And he engaged and enlightened our world.
And Pilate's here too,
Cowering in Hitler's bunker,
Washing his tiny hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but this Pontinus doesn't give a poo about anybody except his skin BraVo! BRAVO!