A cruel mockery–Day 4

The morning sun rises

then sets.

Time moves…

the hour gets closer.

People continue

with their

regular day–

herding goats

preparing food,

scolding children,

beating laundry

gathering water…

Inside the

city walls

crowds are




there is

a person,

sitting quiet.

An old man perhaps?

A servant,

questioning in silence,

as they do


strange job?

They cautiously




and under

and over

and under

the thorny vines,

as they


This crude crown

will scoff

the one who

wears it…


are they thinking

while doing

this task?


It is finished.


Where is it placed

to wait

for that

cruel mockery…


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