Friday, April 10, 2009

We Were There

How fickle the crowd
Who only yesterday
Praised Him loudly
With words of honor,
Highest praise.
Today they crucify,
A bloody cross they raise.

Did I say "they"?
But I was there,
And so were you.
Only yesterday I praised,
Swore to obey,
And not turn back.
Today, I betrayed Him,
My palm branch lies crumpled,
In the trash. Doma

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