The Lord's Passion Poem by Chukwuemeka Ogbu

He left His Throne
To wear the thorns
And be slain
By mortal men

They tore his cloth
And among themselves cast a lot
He became a sheep
To save their souls

His skin was cut to slits
And with a heavy cross
He crossed the streets
Who rode on a royal colt

He was ordered to his destiny
For which He cried at Gethsemane
The owner of the vineyard
Was fed with vinegar

He asked for their forgiveness
Instead of His angelic forces
He said, “It is finished”
To remove their remotest blemish