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Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the praetorium, and they gathered the whole battalion before him. And they stripped him and put a scarlet robe upon him, and plaiting a crown of thorns they put it on his head, and put a reed in his right hand. and kneeling before him they mocked him, saying, "Hail, King of the Jews!" and they spat upon him, and took the reed and struck him on the head. and when they had mocked him, they stripped him of the robe, and put his own clothes off him and led him away to crucify him.
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In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear cont'd |
and that anger howled as my hands were tied behind my back so that I could not reach out and help and
 they laughed at me - their smug satisfied porken faces confident in the righteousness of their perverse pleasures and the infallibility of their churches and governments and hierarchies and tribes and the supreme power of their weapons and their monks and technology - their memories erased - amnesia that sweet wine of dreamy forgetfulness - when I crossed the river in the hereafter and bid my rage soften as my heart was weak from the hating and the wrath . . . |
