Is your name Judas?

For the doubtful gift of life
They demand thanks.
For a gift which you really
Couldn’t do anything about.
That’s life, ladies and gentlemen,
Begins typically with stench and
Screaming.
That’s if someone needs a quick mark,
A small betrayal and crying in the park.
That’s the way it is and will remain
And an army of bodies,
Races through history in sumptuous
Clothes.
The man from Nazareth forgave us
While on the cross.
For who, for us? I could cry.