He was given on His cross
As they were sacrificed
For their thoughts,
Given to the arena,
For the pleasure of the crowds.
Given to the jungle beasts
Starved of any pity,
Much like they were
Who drove their nails
Into innocent flesh.
Is now any different?
Any better?
Are we somehow
More understanding
Than we were in the ancient days
As the worm works his way in
To the hearts of men,
That little beast who wiggles in,
And soon
We are all bleeding
From toe to chin
For another Christian
To toss about.
So why should we not
Bleed for what we believe.
Show our undying faith
Before the cheering throngs
Who are always out looking
For another Lamb?