Thorny Destiny
Some say he's a prophet
others swear he's the son of God
some say he was just a man
still others say he never existed at all.
I think he was the original hippie
a supreme giver -who taught takers
how to give without motive
how to love without condition
to ask for forgiveness after sin.
Jesus would have stowed away on slave ships
salving hope and snapping chains.
He'd have blocked the ovens of Auschwitz
volunteered at no kill animal shelters
and food pantries.
He would've made manna out of bullet casings...
arrested again, again and again
for weaving a giant peace sign and rosary
draping them over the pentagon, Kremlin
and the forbidden city-
He'd share wineskin, a bowl of Mexican gold
then lie down under tie-dyed sky and dream.
It was really never meant to be...
the prince of peace was hammered into thorny eternity.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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