Do stand against them with all might. Their favor or disfavor
Is not what you have ever sought. Those who hanged their own saver,
The Judases whose shame resides for ever on their foul brows,
Are born of lies in lands of lies and false are their filthy vows.
They have once nailed their Messiah with two thieves of their own kind
To fool their dull-minded people who were then, as they're now, blind.*
Who on earth heeds dogs! Let them howl at your shining moon. Don't care.
They're such beasts, rotten to the core, not changing, beyond repair.
1. 21. 2023
* The allusion here is to the Bible. In the Koran and the Islmic faith, Jesus Christ (Peace Be upon Him) rose to Heaven before the Crucifixion; He is still living; and He will reappear to all at the end of the world.
No comments, please!
If you prophecy the end of kings you are wrong.
Write no epitaphs, dig no graves, taste no grief.
The new czar, a rough and worldly killer firmly fixed
this very day stirs the cauldron of war to reset empire
Still, foxly friends of tyranny, who stab at weak democracy
praise the czar's autocracy, and mock free speech with treachery.
As modern judases, riding limitless swells of fortune, tease simple mobs
our old republic stagers and fades, mortally wounded by hypocrisy.
Perhaps, someday, freedom’s autopsy will show what transpired,
but if you prophecy the end of kings you are wrong.
hospitality, peace and mutual respect; we’ve chosen
because the key to our prosperity is love, unity and cooperation
settlers now on the cheat as our true identity is kept frozen
but no matter what! We will reverse it with our landmark ordination
the threats against our heritage and culture may have risen
it has kept us unique, unshakable and uncompromising
though there are bastard judases in every dozen
the failure and exposure of their deeds are amusing
the buckles of our identity we will never loosen
no matter how the invader tries strategizing
or putting our inheritance into some sort of categorizing
No! is the answer, none of us will lose being a complete citizen
Everybody is a judas
who bears a venomous kiss.
Judas is he whom you thought
wears a smile but actually hisses.
Judas is he who took fame
not just in the ancient scriptures
But judas is he too
who's seated at your back,
or at your right, or at your left.
Everybody is a judas
who trades you for gold coins.
Judas is he whom you thought
a friend but turned out a fiend of yours.
Everybody is a judas-
judas you, judas they, judas me
but we'll only remain judases
if we hang ourselves by that tree.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.