A rolling writhing
Sea of sound
Hope and hands rising
The roar of the crowd

A swelling number
Rebellious mood
Their chanting thunders
Their branches strewed

Crying hosanna
A country wronged
Occupied land whose
People long

Testimonies weighed
And signs observed
Their verdict made
Announcing him lord

A quick poem at the end of an enjoyable Palm Sunday.
(13.04.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
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