WESLEY EVEREST

Torn and defiant as a wind-lashed reed,

Wounded he faced you as he stood at bay;

You dared not lynch him in the light of day,

But on your dungeon stones you let him bleed;

Night came... and you black vigilants of Greed...

Like human wolves, seized hard upon your prey,

Tortured and killed... and, silent slunk away

Without one qualm of horror at the deed.

Once... long ago... do you remember how

You hailed Him king for soldiers to deride —

You placed a scroll above His bleeding brow

And spat upon Him, scourged Him, crucified...?

A rebel unto Caesar — then as now

Alone, thorn-crowned, a spear wound in his side!