The blood dripped from each nails rusted head,
thorns placed around the skull, it to bled.
Crossed on a messages open enveloped view,
the past ways to purge the evil through.
How we differ with are now ways,
the dead don't stay hanging for days.
No thorns adorned, no dripping blood bled,
electrocuted, poisoned, and shot instead.
Is it progress?
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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a powerful write, enjoyed
Wow!! Powerful the use of parallels past and present, religion and execution implied innocence of a crucified god and criminals all packed into a short that forces the question of have we really made any progress as a species. A fave
A powerful poem. Your poem revolves around the imagery of suffering, death, punishment, and the moral implications of how society deals with evil. The poem reflects on the past's physical brutality and compares it to contemporary practices, suggesting a persistent cycle of violence.
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