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