At The Crucifixion (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to I. L. de Villiers)

They mocked the king of the universe,
did thoroughly enjoy their cruel game,
saw Him fall under the lashes of the cat-of-nine-nails,
already wanted to steal His cloak from His body.
With a single word He could bring destruction
but no words came over His lips,
while around Him they laughed and jumped around
and screamed:"The king of the Jews, look at him! "
When Pontius Pilate washed his hands in the basin,
quickly they did weave a crown of thorns,
where it fitted them and neatly did fit into their game,
they were the masters and He lower than a servant.
Innocent they nailed Him to a cross,
too late realized that He did pay the price for the world.

[Reference:"Spel van die koning" (Game of the king)by I. L. de Villiers.
Poet's note:"When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, "Surely he was the Son of God." Matthew 27: 54.]

© Gert Strydom