From a cross he cried, “Forgive them.”
“I’m not mad at you,” she smiled.
Three times he fell,
Three shots rang out.
From the wood, his blood hit the ground.
From the car, the road turned red.
They say he walked again.
I asked if that is so.
Is this where her story ends?
Or did he know he’d need to be seen again
in this world of doubt and sin —
a world where mercy comes, if it comes at all,
from a car and a smiling face within?
Forgive them.
I’m not mad at you, dude.
And while her heart and name were Good
There is no forgiveness for what the ICE man stood.
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