Forgive Them
He entered Jerusalem on an ass
as the crowd lay palm fronds before his feet.
And multitudes cheered Him as he rode pass
loved by the poor, yet feared by the elite.
The charge of insurrection once implied,
allowed Pontius Pilate to end His days.
And Jewish Rabbis had Him crucified
for challenging their traditional ways.
Roman soldiers mercilessly scourged Him,
stripping muscle and sinew to the bone.
And weaving a crown of thorns on a whim,
they mocked this king of kings without a throne.
"Forgive them, Lord, they know not what they do,"
with these words, He died on the cross, that’s true.
(Sonnet)
04/10/2020
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