He stood condemned 
Before a thronging, jeering mob that cried 
Crucify Him! Crucify Him! 
Today! 
As we condemn our fellowmen 
On social grounds 
Of race, caste, creed and class 
We shout anew 
Crucify Him! Crucify Him! 
He stood bound 
Lashed, scourged, humiliated 
And with tongue lashings, slanderous gossip 
We scourge anew 
And in the background resonates 
Crucify Him! Crucify Him! 
Beneath the load, he fell 
An unwilling Cyrenean, helping him on 
No Cyreneans we! 
Fellow human tottering under the weight of human problems 
Grovelling, wallowing in poverty 
We heed not! 
Fallen through human frailty 
We scorn, we detest, we snigger 
We holier than they! 
The mockery of a crown, a circlet of thorn 
A Royal, purple robe 
Ah! the mockery of our lives 
We who don might 
We who crucify

By Jeannette Cabraal 
Kelaniya