The Cross Of Damnation Poem by Ogolla Enock

A magnificent court stands high and alone in the city,
Outside waits a crowd determined to have their way
The judge, preferring to be politically correct, ,
Chooses to sit on the fence and delegate his job to the mob.

"I see no offense here, but what do you want? he asks
"Crucify Him. Crucify Him! " The crowd shouts.
Guilty and sentenced to death" the verdict is passed.
"Do as you please but the blood is on your hands".Case closed

"My father, My father, Why has thou forsaken me? "
Agonizing cries accompanied by a terrible darkness rise,
not from Golgotha, but from every street, jail, and house,
This time it's not the son of God on the cross, but our own children.

The reporter cushions
it as casualties and collateral.
But the truth remains,
we have failed this generation.

In our quest for things that couldn't quench our thirst
but left us questioning the answers,
We ruined the very lives, we were to protect.
And robbed them of the future we promised.

Denying responsibility for our actions, we hid and blamed
God for the mess. Some even ruled out His existence.
But whether God is alive or dead, we're in such a mess
only God can fix us. But it's a matter of choice.

Ogolla Enock,30th March,2023