Our Golgotha

I’ve seen them all and even more,

the pale bleached bones,

even those of the children,

they didn't spare,  

silently the hollow skulls were staring,

desecrated, empty and orphaned,

their teeth bare in fear

for what the flesh had promised,

for what has been I grieve,

never has tomorrow been so dead,

as in my dreams I cry

for the innocence and the red

of the blood they shed I pray

before the cross in agony. 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

23/11/2015