From the blog

11 July, 2017

Crucified - a poem for hypocrites

Crucified - a poem for hypocrites

Sometimes it feels I'm crucified 
on a cross carved with too much care 
with my arms widespread, out reaching 
my head drooping in despair

Like some superficial sacrifice 
with a martyr going spare 
But I hear your prayers being read, beseeching 
for a drop of blood to spare

Sometimes it feels I'm crucified 
on a cross that I cannot share 
For I see your palms outspread, while preaching 
your words hanging in the air

Like your sanctimonious sacrifice 
in some ceremonial affair 
On shifting sand where your feet tread, breaching 
every promise you declare

Sometimes it feels I'm crucified 
on a cross far beyond repair 
with the lessons dead, I was teaching 
my heart helpless in despair

Like your self serving sacrifice 
to some demon in its lair 
for it echoes in my head, your screeching 
and it becomes too much to bear

 

~Gary Watkins~