His Blood on Us

This poem was originally published in the May 1962 issue of the Beacon Lights. The frenzied mob, ferocious, fearing nought, Pressed closer, shouting for the life they sought, And raised their voices like a mighty flood, “On us and on our children be His blood.” The scarlet stains, on that spike-studded cross Where hung the bleeding body, with each toss Of pain re-echoed that rebellious cry Until it reached beyond the vaulted sky. Soon streets ran red, as mothers, children, men Were...