I once saved these people from all of those who
would do them harm. It has been years since that day
I told them no more would I be their protector that it
was my final deed for them. Since then I have become
their terror. Those who praised me as a hero
now hide from me in fear. I told them that my true
colors would shine soon. I told them to be strong
and they failed. So instead of being their savior I
decided to be their conqueror. No more shall
I protect the weak no more shall I risk my life for them.
Those who are strong will survive and will earn the
right to live. Those who are not shall find no
shealter, no relief, not a thing to protect them. I no longer
have to hear them cry out for my help. I may finally find
peace...nothing left for me to do but rest....
I feel a depth in this that goes much beyond simple human heros. Considering what we have done with His advice, this may well be the postscript of Jesus. It seems we have exploded His message into so many self-serving ideologies that naught is left but greed. Regardless of your intent, this is a great poem, Jacob: -) Ted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a strong write Jacob....enjoyed reading it...thank you... Fi