Poem: Palm Sunday Revisited

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Palm Sunday is the open door to what you should discern;
It is the open expose designed for you to learn.
It shows in succinct detail in a telescopic range
The sorry fact that human nature has not seen much change.
The wheel that squeaks the loudest is the first to get the grease.
And so it is with shouting crowds which do not seek a peace.
But that thought is not normally brought home in such a way
To have us grasp its portent and to hold us in its sway.
For so it is today, displeasures signal instant wrath,
Not for discussion but to follow a most strident path.
The oft unspoken phrase, “Give in or we will keep it up’’
Is understood, fulfilment of our world’s half-empty cup.
Most animals do not know how to hate those of their kind;
But learn not to be close to those not of their govem mind.
We humans are enigmas, for we follow no set course.
We can and do sound wrathful when the cause has no set source.
Palm Sunday shows how easily we often bridge extremes;
We go from one side to the other in a wink, it seems.
So history repeats itself, while we our fancies seek,
Unmindful of the repetition to this Easter Week!

© Richard Williams

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