Herod’s Rant

I will not have this!
It cannot be!
I will not allow
Any king but me!

Just let me know where
He may be found.
I want to bury
Him in the ground.

If I cannot learn
The one foretold,
I will tear each one
From its mother’s hold.

All the baby boys
Gone from the town,
This in my promise,
I will keep my crown.

So they weep and mourn,
What is that to me?
My reign is secure.
Everyone will see.

 

Patricia Burlison
©2003

 

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