The Stone Pavement

Silent whispers in the shadowed square,

Echoes of a verdict in the air.

Stone Pavement beneath the weight of fate,

A story carved in time, too late.

Under a clouded sky, the judge’s seat,

A quiet town where destinies meet.

The noon sun blazing, shadows cast,

A moment heavy, shadows amassed.

They call for justice, for blood to be spilled,

A crown of thorns, must be fulfilled.

Choices made in haste, truth to conceal,

In the heart of darkness, what’s real?

Here is your king, they cry, with voices loud,

But the stones fall silent, beneath the cloud.

A final act, in a fateful play,

Lost in the echoes of yesterday.

Take him away, crucify his name,

A story of sorrow, of blame and shame.

No king but Caesar, their cry, their song,

In the halls of power, where rights go wrong.

Handed over in silence, the story persists,

In the sands of time, an unending list.

The stone pavement bears the weight of history,

A tale of pain, of lost majesty.