Condemned To Repeat
The Pharisees vengeance,
unleashing again
To kill a ‘false’ prophet,
their fear redescends
The cross is made ready,
like ages before
The nails though still rusty,
hammer deep and secure
Their memories short sighted,
rejecting the fact
The last one they crucified…
alive and intact
A new Resurrection
they’re about to ensure
Through hatred and envy
—damnation procured
(For Sister Marcella: January, 2021)
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