Barrabas
The end of a life
The work of my hand
To take from this world
An innocent man
The cost of my crimes
I did not have to pay
In despondence I saw
That God made a way
They cry for my freedom
They say “let him go”
They want to crucify him
A man I don’t know
They beat him and slap him
And spit in his face
They treat him as though
He’s a disgrace
No malice or anger
Do I see in his eyes
Just love for the people
As he hangs there and dies
He says he forgives them
Which struck me as odd
But then I realized
This is the Son of God
The end of a life
The work of my hand
To take from this world
Such an innocent man
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Perfect poem! Love the allegory you chose of that particular event. It made me feel like I was there. Keep writing!
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nice job keep it up
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... It made me want to cry...
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:3
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very nice!
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