What if
Jesus rode in today
would it be on a
a noisy chopper bike
in a bikers leather west
white halo helmet
or
an electric scooter
letting the long hair
fly in the wind
-
would it be
blast through the doors
of the shopping mall
in the escalator declare
our sins with bombastic words
or
sitting down by the hobo
look with tears in eye at
the steel and glass temple of banks
You can’t bring anything when you finally go, ha de Gött!
Advertisements
UlleHaddock 
a wonderfully constructed poem of conjecture, Ulle, with that scathing image at the end —
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. This one I had hanging for sometime before I dare posting.
LikeLiked by 1 person
it’s not the usual Ulle but sometimes it’s good to post outside your comfort zone; this one works !
LikeLiked by 1 person