On this Good Day

A man was betrayed

With a deceitful kiss

By one who had loved him

And the mob taunted and

Hurled insults at a mock court

Where false witnesses used

Manufactured outrage to have

Him arrested for treason and

Stripped naked but made

To wear a crown of thorns

This man walked carrying the

Burden of the cross that became

The instrument of his dying

When they say he proclaimed

“It is finished.”

This was two thousand years

Ago, and what has really

Changed since then?

Today there are countless

Betrayals, numberless false

Witnesses in faceless courts

Or halls of power, who use

Fake outrage to make bogus

Accusations about entire realms

And civilisations, taking the lot

Of us to the brink of armageddon

While the supposed good men

Stand helplessly by, and no one

Has any idea when we might say

“It is finished.”