Bethany
is rife with rumours
Got
wind from coupla friends
That
Jesus is being hunted
Been
traversing Jerusalem for a while
Now,
haven’t had trace of Jesus
His
phone is not on, his twitter timeline dead
I
can’t see The Twelve, yet this is urgent
I
hear Gethsemane air
Is
throwing Sword blades, crying for Royal Blood
Judas
is criss-crossing all over, he updated his status on Facebook
Saying,
“ Gethsemane, be prepared,
wanna
be a thirty-silver-nnaire”
If
you spot Jesus
Please,
please,
Tell
him they are baying for his blood
He
could disappear behind Mount Olives
Or
cross Tiberia to safety
And
O, I forgot,
Let
him not allow Judas to
Kiss
him
Signed,
Anonymous.
Ps.
Had a premonition that Peter will disown Jesus.
I
am tempted to remove him as a Facebook friend.
C) Lorot Salem 2011
3 comments:
This is brilliant, Salem! Just brilliant! OMG. I so love it!
this is playful...
love the beauty in it.
smiles.
join poets rally now, have fun.
:)
@Sherry Blue Sky, am humbled, Koko.
@Promising Poets Parking Lot, thank you so much. Thank you for the invitation.
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