Tell Me Who Do You Say That I Am

oh my Good Lord for Christ’s sake who have you become a well-known carpenter who suffered on his own cross put nails in his own coffin a shepherd who lost to his flock beggar man in rags once caring and sharing kindness and love so the story goes but you caved in to prolonged abuse misrepresented disavowed on the altar of religious deceit you presided over wars subjugation poverty and holocaust must have cried thousands of tears in horrible agony dying all over the planet again once more and forever they made you a star a celebrity icon poster boy idol forgot in the process that actions shout louder than words attached hypocrisy bigotry philistine culture to your name now you dwell unrecognisably in bourgeoise falsification in a shallow grave of history that spits on your genius you were once so great had such wonderful ambition so much so that if you had not existed we’d have created a human being with such vision to ease self-imposed pain your thorny crown has wilted on the spread sheet of time a relic and artifact an illustration of vast compassion we lost you in the fields of Flanders on our crusades in the chambers of Auschwitz when we showed truths about humankind and the punitive evil of our souls yet a statue of the Madonna rests next to a lean Buddha on the fireplace surround in my heart and the hearth hellfire maybe but I have not forgotten your meaning 04th Amy 2021 Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am Poetry Contest Sponsor Mystic Rose Rose