The Blood Poem by tochukwu nwankpa

With that great pierce
Blood gushed with great velocity
And fell on the dirtiest land in the city
And it cleansed the worst of men
It healed innumerable illnesses
Men looked at it with great disdain
But it speaks for them again and again
Looking very fresh and new
It speaks better things than the blood of Abel
Though men think he is a rebel
And some termed him the son of Beelzebub
But his blood saved the world
and it fulfilled his word