Dont Cry For Me, Jesus

dont cry for me, Jesus,
it should be me crying for you.
when those that invoke your name,
do so on the field of battle;
in the name of prejudice and hatreds,
from well insulated rooms,
padded against the cries
of the needy and hungry.
in the name of a 'holiness'
that forgets the sacredness of life.
in the name of a justice
that sees colors and wealth and privilege.

dont cry for me, Jesus,
for they would leave you
on that old cross,
and invoke your name like magic
to absolve well planned sins.
dont cry for me, Jesus...
cry for those too deaf to hear,
too blind to see,
too callous to feel...
and okay, maybe a couple tears
for me!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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