Judas betrayed Christ with a kiss.
As a confidant, Brutus stuck
the knife in.
The betrayers are
out there,
thick as buzzards,
waiting to crush your
dreams, like crackers for
their big bowls of bones.
At least Jesus knew what
was coming.
I can't tell my
friends from my enemies.
Someday soon, I'll find
peace of mind, and the
betrayers will feast on
themselves.
They always do.
I think it should be 'I`ll' and not Iii. And though you state some facts, there is little or almost nothing taking the side of a poem or poem or poetic lines here. To write poetry is a serious thing, and not all things go.
At least Jesus knew what was coming. Jesus is God, so all the same, He always knows your words before saying that. Enjoyed having read this. Thank you for sharing, Sylvia FC Dutch poetess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An incisive and powerful write. M