The Thirthy-Piece Body Poem by Nyagaka Charles

Upon this useless earth a prince descended,
From a palace far away there came a man,
A hope for the faithless,
A road for the pilgrims,
A light in the dark dungeons deep below
A fence for the straying lambs,
A drainage for the sewers of iniquity,
A landmark for the generations to come,
A fountain of love, forgiveness and peace,
A sea of meekness, goodness and humility,
Flowing with truth, justice and righteousness.


Well, the faithless race crowned Him
With thorns and fixed His throne high upon the mountain,
Provided guards for Him,
Then nailed Him there!
They mourned His demise by guarding His furnished tomb
So nobody could steal His thirthy-piece body,
That flown with precious blood and healing water.


The generation to come thought Him as a stranger,
They disowned Him,
His life now a fairy tale.
Gracious as is His nature...
'Seeking love, peace, forgiveness, righteousness...
Come unto Me'
...He still beckons to us,
The unheeding, filthy and faithless,
Who have learnt to show Him the door,
And go to bed when He gently knocks!