and we laughed

we laughed

we laughed as he labored through the streets

with sweat on his brow

we laughed

as he carried his heavy burden

on his bruised and bloody back

we laughed

as children threw stones

and people mocked his ways

we laughed

because he had it coming

who was he to question us?

who was he to talk about what we did?

we laughed 

as he slowly dragged himself up the hill

we laughed

as the nails  were driven into his hands

and feet

we laughed

as his wooden load was raised

as his crown was placed

as he bled

we laughed

as his breathing slowed

as he cried for mercy

we laughed

and then 

he was stabbed in the side

and we watched him bleed

we grew silent

as he died on the cross

and the only sound to be heard

was the rain on the stones

and a mother crying for her dead son

and we were silent

as we all slowly made our way home

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

An interesting poem....Thank you for sharing...:)................