The heavens are darkened as if in shame
Dark clouds amassed as if to detain
The fiery wrath of an angry sun,
Looking on, appalled at what's being done.
What hand could be lifted against such a face?
What hate so burning to defile the place
Where such an injustice could be conceived
By the lowliest outcast, much less received
Eagerly by clergy and nobles ensconced in power,
Whose tyrannical use ever blots this hour?
An innocent youth is brought before the crowd
They are veiled from His beauty as if a cloud
Surrounds and protects Him from their jeers
As His dignity and imprisonment had for six years.
9 July, 2000
Larry Kenneth Gates