creador
Shoved to his knees
a crown out of thorns, making sure to squeeze
And all you hear are Loud screams
You want to help, your heart begins to race
There lies the man of truth and grace
Head towards the ground, stones ripping up his face
He yells father forgive them, please
All they do is laugh, a hateful disease
“King of the jews”
Blood begins to ooze
His body goes all numb
From a distance, he can the heartbeat of his mom
Knowing what’s to come, understandingly
He says goodbye to his family
The man who was shoved to his knees
He is now at ease
This poem is about:
Our world