His Sacerfice
He suffered the wrath
laying his life on the line
as he accepted our mistakes one more time.
Every one stood staring at him
as they drove nails into his skin.
Never saying a word,
as he died there on those boards.
Wouldn't he be proud of all
the people who are thankful now?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
