Hosannas ring through the city as
the gentle king on a borrowed back
vulnerable, humble, unarmed enters.
Time for withdrawing to the hills is over.
Confrontation comes carried along with
their cries.  Who dare stand out in this crowd?
From wilderness to city, calm to conflict
much more than bread is broken with
friends afraid for the future, a traitor one
with silvered hand. The cry of the people
has changed as fickle as the wind.  And
together they – temple and palace Crucify.

~ rhannu os ti isio ~ do share ~





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