Meditation on Palm Sunday

Nothing’s changed at all since then, you know:
The mobs’ huzzahing for you, waving palms
As long as what you offered fed their souls
Or offered to their egos constant alms.
You made them feel superior to the crowd;
You gave them reasons to desert their wives
And easily forgive themselves, allowed
To follow you and simplify their lives.
The ranting crowds now also have their cause,
It, too, should matter to the least of us,
But equally, their leaders need applause;
When they don’t get it, they are furious.
How much collateral damage does it cost
Before what’s gained is less than what’s been lost?

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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