Innocent Man

Innocent Man

By Wilbanice A

April 2020

“I’ve walked this path along with you

What feels like ages

Along this sepulchral path of victory...

To death

Innumerous instants , 

That I cannot shake

Grim reminders... 

Each drop of blood, 

Keeping me awake

Humanity’s greyist hours, 

Our existence lagg'd

In this barren place;

While the seasons dragg'd

Slowly o'er His face.

Will no one stand up?

Will no one defend ?

This poor battered soul...

This innocent man?

I can’t help but be troubled by the sight...

Not one offense

Yet dragging all our sins, 

In between tears and breaths

He says, “Father, please forgive them,”

Humanity’s greyist hours, 

Our existence lagg'd

In this barren place;

While the seasons dragg'd

Slowly o'er His face.

                                 

Inconceivable agony   

Splattered along the ground, the walls, 

Resemblance stained

Upon His shoulder carrying a mighty weight,

Those two wooden beams 

On which He soon would be raised

Humanity’s greyist hours, 

Our existence lagg'd

In this barren place;

While the seasons dragg'd

Slowly o'er His face.

Am I the only one haunted 

By the sound of his cries?

By the anguished gaze

Am I the only one who longs to wipe

Sweat and blood out of his eyes?

Humanity’s greyist hours, 

Our existence lagg'd

In this barren place;

While the seasons dragg'd

Slowly o'er His face.

Will no one stand up,

 No one defend??

Am I the only one who weeps

Over the death of this innocent man ?

Humanity’s greyist hours, 

Our existence lagg'd

In this barren place;

While the seasons dragg'd

Slowly o'er His face.

Will no one stand up,

 No one defend??

Am I the only one who weeps

Over the death of this innocent man ?