Sack of silver

For curing a leper
I was stalked;
When I brought up God
I was laughed at,
At every turn
I was mocked;
A crown of thorns
Was then applied,
A beating
Administered;
I saw an end in sight.
For a sack of silver,
The currency of
conspirators and lies,
I donned a cross -
It was the smallest price
to monopolize
Humanity's loss;
But it was I who
tried to extract
The plank from their eyes:
To halt the racket,
The stoning of a women
Whom they enslaved,
In their libidinous sins;
Upturning the tables
From which their
derivatives were lent.
Don't forget,
I was the Jedi.
I still am.
The force is still
Present
Among you plebeians,
Or has your conscience
Been spent
For a rate of interest
That stands
At zero percent?

May 7, 2017