Mob’s Choice

A mob gathered around the seat of Pilate in days of old,
They had to make a choice and this crowd rolled.
"Give us Barabbas!" they cried aloud,
"Crucify Jesus!" echoed the crowd.

The leaders of faith, in that long-gone day,
Chose a murderer, and sent the Savior away.
A choice so grim, so hard to bear,
Love rejected, amidst despair.

Today, a new choice, again is made,
In the land of the free, where the brave have stayed.
Evangelicals rally, their voices raise,
"We want Trump!" they shout, in a modern-day maze.

Leaving behind the humble man of love, truth, and faith,
A man of pride, power, lies, and crime, they embrace.
As with the choice of Barabbas, and the rejection of love so near,
They repeat this error to appease their fear.

Oh, how history repeats, in its twisted way,
A mob decides, and the consequences weigh.
Yet hope remains, for a world so torn,
To find love and truth, in the Savior, through a life reborn.