Precious stones inlaid in gold
Should have been his crown
But they decided on something different
A choice that would make most frown
A crown of thorns was chosen
They forced it onto his head
Sharp points of pain took their toll
'Forgive them, Father, ' he said
The pain was there
The damage was done
The blood had pooled
They thought it was fun
Precious stones inlaid in gold
Should have been his crown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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