Crucify

by

Richard Betts Jr.

We send another dagger deep into its side;
And still we are forgiven.
We crucify and curse it,
If every drop of blood is not given.

We watch with anticipation,
As it staggers from its wounds.
We clamor for our buckets
To scoop up the oozing crude.

I return to view the violence
And survey the scene of our desecration.
But all that remains
Are the scars of our devastation.

We must change our course,
For if we fail to make the correction,
Finality will fuel the future,
And there will be no resurrection.

What will we do when we
Have bled our victim dry?
What will we do when there
Is nothing left to crucify?

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Dan Connor's barbed wire gate
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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