Are you were you man or myth? <br />You died with bloody hands <br />Our necks outstretched to see you suffer <br />We nailed our indifference like an edict through your flesh <br />We laughed at your tears <br />Your naked body stretched and soiled <br />For what foul crime have you summoned our wrath <br />Political pawn or religious zealot <br />You try to set fire the conscience of men <br />We who need hunger to stomach the poor <br />We who lay waste to your Kingdom of fools <br />Speak you of love in a world kissed with hate <br />Our sons and our daughters shall kill for your sake <br />Tear down Jerusalem in a pious Crusade <br />Shoot bullets in the hearts of Catholic and Jew, Protestant, Muslim <br />Our race is our creed and color is blind <br />To the cross of a sword <br />Your name is a blasphemy on self-righteous lips <br />Bleed, bleed if man you be <br />Your daily deaths are nothing new <br />And soon forgotten <br />Truth is lost in Golgothic dust <br />And myths are made to hide the sins <br />Of those entombed <br />Roll the stone away and let us see <br />The light that burns <br />Within. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Manx Fiction, Dec. '99, Vol.1, No.6)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-friday-3/
