Jesus,I am sure,has shied away this Easter.
Because sins have grown here,much faster.
Mass killings surpass the scourge of crucifixion.
Madness without any method,carries no diction.
Even vengeful Hamlet spared his uncle at prayer.
But beastly bombers toll death knells,tier on tier.
The Lord never thought the cross was a load on his back;
For he knew that his betrayers their redemption did lack.
The black sheep are more,that frown upon others'faith,
Fomenting passions of fury to the size of giant Goliath.
It looks as though Good Friday succeeds resurrection,
When terror revives speedier than love's resuscitation.
A lot many crosses swell here,to be borne by mankind,
As memories of mammoth wounds,staying intertwined.
P. Chandrasekaran
Because sins have grown here,much faster.
Mass killings surpass the scourge of crucifixion.
Madness without any method,carries no diction.
Even vengeful Hamlet spared his uncle at prayer.
But beastly bombers toll death knells,tier on tier.
The Lord never thought the cross was a load on his back;
For he knew that his betrayers their redemption did lack.
The black sheep are more,that frown upon others'faith,
Fomenting passions of fury to the size of giant Goliath.
It looks as though Good Friday succeeds resurrection,
When terror revives speedier than love's resuscitation.
A lot many crosses swell here,to be borne by mankind,
As memories of mammoth wounds,staying intertwined.
P. Chandrasekaran
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