I Don'T Want Him
I DON’T WANT HIM
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I’m Pontius Pilate and here’s something I need to share
As of this moment I wash my hands of the entire affair
You’re saying this guy’s a heretic meddling in all we know
Heard he’s asking questions threatening the status quo
Started a riot at the temple all the money lenders felt
Holding up the faithful and relieving them of their gelt
And what about that nonsense of raising up the dead
Feeding that great multitude with just a minor spread
Blessing the boatmen delivering great hordes of fish
I heard he’s walked on water a trait for me, I wish
He does all these wonders and never asks for gold
He claims his gifts are freedoms never bought or sold
Well okay fellows what is it you want me to do
Look the other way when the vig takers accuse a jew
I’ll convene a kangaroo court stacked with your friends
But the Romans will eat the blame when all this chaos ends
We’ll give the public a choice Jesus or Barrabas, the thief
Shills in courtyard will condemn him causing you no grief
Death for this interloper a menace to the institution
Death for these crimes crucifixion a common execution
Bound to a cross three days, before taking his last look
Thought they erased him but you can find him in the book
A joyous but sad lesson that everyone should know
This is what usually happens when you buck the status quo
Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2015
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