Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site


Poetry By: blue3232

the poem/story your about to read is for every one,we are as one,that means,,,,you,me,us,,,,and every one....

Submitted:Jul 21, 2012    Reads: 2    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

my own people crucified me,

yea,they broke me down,then pissed on me,

they said i looked like the devil ,and his best friend,

but they lied,,,and they lied,and they lied about me.

MY own people stoned me,they yelled! ,save yourself,

the one and only king.

but they lied,and they lied ,and they lied about me.

my own people walked away,

they left me crucified on this cold windy day,

they took their money and gave it to a friend ,

then he hung himself ,on this cold windy day.

just like jonah,3days and 3 nights,

just like jonah, he gave his life.

now my blood hits the ground,

now my blood hits the ground,

still i love them,inspite of what

they did....,so father forgive ,

and forgive,for they no not what

they are doing...

his own peaple became one of us,

now we learn to love each other

in the mist of all this junk.


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.