the crack of the whip
splitting the air with blood splatter
banging of nails in hands and feet
the crack of breaking legs, a spear
rips the side - agony
a pitiful sight of thorns spit
mangled limbs and sadism
the crowd shouts for more
craving blood sport
not knowing this was for them
mind you gratitude is
not a hallmark of humanity
in spite of the sacrifice
and all that it entailed
the mark of cain is still upon us
our barbarism is more polished
with smoke and mirrors
and now
we have our own "ice" age
a visit from a giant asteroid
will undoubtedly occur at some stage
if we insist on dancing duets with satan
tripping the dark angel fandango with
gay abandon squeezing camels
through the eyes of needles
Powerful call to reflect upon what many of us observe this week. Wow!
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