Crime

The crowd is roaring, spitting out the curses.
And furious eyes are looking at thee.
You are proudly standing and purple your dress is.
You are dying for them, for as, and for me.

“Crucify! Crucify!” the crowd demanded.
The words so sharp like the blade of the knife.
You are standing alone betraded, abandoned.
By those for whom you are giving your life.

If only they knev what a crime they were doing!
Whose life they were taking with ease of the heart!
The world would be shaken and turned into ruins.
The drops of tears would turn into floods.
But crowd is blinded and conscience is silent.
Your mission is over, you are coming back home.
The gates of the heavens for you will be opened.
And angels are singing under the dome.