The Man

March 27, 2004 in Poetry | No comments

1 of 3 poems written for a camp talent night.

This is the story of a man
His origins, nobody knows
They thought he was no one special
Why? Because of his clothes

Yet he spoke boldly
At first, he was given no attention
But as time went by
Those teachers sought his intentions

He said, “I come for the lost”
They said, “We don’t need no king”
He said, “I come to heal the sick”
To their horror, claimed to be king of kings

They jumped and stirred
They wanted his head
“Blasphemer, blasphemer,” they cried
“Kill him, we want him dead”

So in the end, there he hung
Under the curse of that rugged old tree
He lay there for you and for me
Why you ask? So you may be free!