Six Hours Poem by david gerardino

THREE crosses, dark with light,
one shadow with the stink of
fight, six hours, a brand new
show, is this the one who walked
on water, or a trick from the
man below,
christians sobbing.
sinners sobbing.
children crying, ! where is my mom
and who is this thing.
THREE crosses, dark with light,
above this ground, the sky
begines to cry.
christians sobbing,
sinners sobbing,
children crying, ! where is my mom
and who is this thing.