Mans' Hatred: A Simple Poem

MANS' HATRED: A Simple Poem

 MANS’ HATRED

  CROWNED WITH THORNS UPON THE TREE,

SUFF’RING SUCH DEEP AGONY;

HANDS AND FEET NAILED TO THE CROSS,

HANGING THERE IN SHAME AND LOSS.

BLEEDING, BRUISED AND SPIT UPON,

MOCKED, REVILLED, GODS’ LOVELY SON;

ALL MANS’ HATRED VENTED THERE

HIS ALONE THE LOAD TO BEAR.

BITTER GALL TO SLAKE HIS THIRST,

MANS’ INTENT TO DO HIS WORST.

IN THEIR RAGE AND ANGER FIERCE

LAST HIS SIDE WITH SPEAR THEY PIERCE.

T.W. 2012