King

At dawn Jesus walks with blistered feet

beneath a rolling sweeping sky

Jesus savior son of man

Jesus son of the Christian God

Jesus Mary's b*****d child

Jesus blasphemous deity

He walks with blistered feet

across a dusty Muslim land

where skeletal trees absorb in silence

the screams of rape and murder and torture

explosions and wails and sorrow

and vacant haunted stares

and the children....and the children

with no god and no hope

only dying and death

And Jesus walks and kneels

where the blood rivers flow

and where the wind carries the screams

He kneels where the land cries and bleeds

While in the heavens Allah and God

declare their greatness

behind a galactic magical glass

of silent invisibility

and Jesus messiah savior of all

kneels like a child beneath the pleading sky

and weeps.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

2008? I didn't even know this site existed that far back.

You should make a comeback, this poem is awesome.

[Journey]

You painted a very visual picture here. I see Jesus with the heavy cross upon His back. What He did, He did for all mankind...

[bob, small b. aka invs]

i liked this very much. i'm not sure i can say why other than it's very well written and thoughtful. it strikes a nice balance of irony and sadness without being bitter. i hope that made sense.

[Mr. Deft Diction]

This is too short....I almost feel mad because it ended, LOL!!! I think, however, that the way you ended it was quite in sync with how you started it. Jesus walks, and even he kneels to the Most High.

Dope write, lady.

Peace