Joseph Mary Plunkett

(21 November 1887 – 4 May 1916 / Dublin / Ireland)

The New Judas - Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

Thee, Christ, I sought to sell all day
And hurried to the mart to hold
A hundred heavy coins of gold
And lo! they would not pay.

But “thirty pieces of silver” cried
(Thine ancient price), and I agreed,
Six for each of the wounds that bleed
In hands and feet and side.

“Including cross and crown” we priced,
Is now their claim and I refuse,
I will not bargain all to lose,
I will not sell Thee, Christ!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, May 25, 2012


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