Poem By Day Williams
I can't believe they set me free. That man,
So peaceful, self-assured, prepared to die-
Even Pontius Pilate, who's no fan
Of Jews, said he had done no wrong. I'll fly
Down this road fast as this gray donkey can
Trot, far from crosses silhouetted high
On Calvary, the symbols of the plans
By Rome to rule by fear. I want to cry
When my own countrymen, my fellow Jews,
Meekly obey the goons and clowns from Rome
Who wield the swords and shields. I have a chance
Again to stir rebellion, as I choose.
How foolish was that Jesus to come home,
Claiming he was a prophet. Such romance!