Prostitutes, drug dealers, gamblers and crooks
Ransacked Jesus’s temple, their actions over looked
Pole dancers and wrong doers, alcoholics so brash
Handed over stolen money, disposing of handfuls of cash
Jesus scrambled the staircase with Judas closely behind
Judas grabbed him, pulled him back “Are you out of your mind?”
But Jesus’s did not notice, his mind over-run with fear
He’d lost control of his people; aware the end was near
He pushed over the barrier, shouting at the top of his voice
“You have followed the wrong path way, you’ve made a sinful choice.
My temple is a house of prayer, but what have you done?
You encourage all things bad, turning wickedness into fun!”
He collapsed alone upon the step, burying his head in shame
Sensing tears upon his cheeks, wallowing in the blame
His time was almost through, little more could be done
But this was only the beginning, his suffering had just begun.