Are they clean?
Pontius Pilate, washing those hands that night, now are the filthy deeds made white!
America, do tell about the politicians blind-eyed toward homeless people in the streets, tell me about children starving to death?
Does a wealthy man cleanse hiimself as the blood leaves his hands?
Banning guns & glocks, as girls
are sold into slavery, in the blocks.
A gift for kids to go to school
It's not a gift to get shot up.
From poverty to bullies to school shootings, Mrs. Liberty has lost her footing.
When we go home, locking doors and turning the noise up, is washing of the hands with soap, making us whole?
You can't just wash your hands as a symbol
of making yourself from sinful to cleansed. It's a cruel world so be kind. © 5 minutes ago, Venjencie Clifton Arnold society • poverty • sad • pain • misc • love
Bound and led the quiet man,
delivered up to me.
"Put him to death, the blasphemer",
was the people's plea.
My wife sent word to wash my hands,
she suffered in a dream.
I tried with water before the mob,
it didn't make me clean.
I put a sign above the cross,
the one I made him bring.
I killed a greater man than I,
he truly was the king.
This is about Pontius Pilots internal conflict when he sent Jesus to be crucified.
"Will you marry me?”
whispered her sly slivers of purple,
prestige and occasional lie five years later.
And had we not been asunder
that very same altar we’d sought fallen stars on
several days prior, I’d have said, “no.”
Sure, she’d brought a bounty oranges,
but could he, if ever, answer with the hand
that’d waived like the incense before?
He said “yes.”
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