"Laser beams"

(Upon returning home from
a drive on August 2, 2009).

Red and blue lights flashing ahead,
A cluster of police cars on the curb.
"Rubbernecks" they call us,
Our eyes sprint to the scene,
Fixating on the 'cuffed.

A man stands with hands raised,
Legs apart for the frisking.
The policeman barks at him
While we stare intensely.
Fire shoots from the eyes,
Watching, glaring, judging--
Condemnation without a trial.

Strike of the rod
Crack of the whip
Agonizing pain
None to comfort

"Crucify him!" they shout
At whom they cheered "Hosanna!"
Once with joy and smiles for the king,
Now their radiant eyes are turned,
Morphed into laser beams,
Not simply to pierce his hands and feet,
But red-hot and sharp as iron,
Seeking to impale his heart.

Wincing from the shame,
Denied and rejected,
Dishonored and disgraced.
Stumbling beneath the weight,
Crushed by the cross,
He collapses on the dusty road.

Jeering crowds surround,
Yet humiliated he could not be,
For he humbled himself,
Sacrificing for his accusers,
Crushed for our iniquities,
Laid down his life for his enemies.