Judas Iscariot - a poem by Chris Zachariou

My love for The Son of Man and Christianity as a way of life is infinite, however, I find it impossible to believe in a metaphysical world.

This poem is my own personal view of God, Jesus, and Judas. Please do not continue reading if you are easily offended or intolerant of other peoples' views.

This poem is largely inspired by the novel 'The Last Temptation of Christ' by Nikos Kazantzakis.

Judas

My Lord,

our covenant

The Messiah

in a crown of thunder

in a blaze of glory.

There will be death, fires
and Roman blood

and all the bells will ring

'Jehovah has come to Zion'.

How many more years Lord,

can you not hear Salem weep?

Now she sleeps with
prefects and centurions;

the proud voice that sang

your praises, silenced.

A false king sits on

the throne of David

and the golden harp

sings to you no more.

How much longer Lord?

Each day I come knocking

on your door, and each day

you say 'tomorrow'.

But no more my Lord

I raise my head and say to you

'no more. Not tomorrow, today'.