Washing Hands

So when Pilate saw that he could do nothing, but rather that a riot was beginning, he took some water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood; see to it yourselves.” Then the people as a whole answered, “His blood be on us and on our children!” So he released Barabbas for them; and after flogging Jesus, he handed him over to be crucified.

Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the governor’s headquarters, and they gathered the whole cohort around him. They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him, and after twisting some thorns into a crown, they put it on his head. They put a reed in his right hand and knelt before him and mocked him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” They spat on him, and took the reed and struck him on the head. After mocking him, they stripped him of the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him. Matthew 27:24-31

Washing Hands

You expect it to be so simple
shedding this responsibility
called to this place and time
you simple was hands of him
pretending it will just go away.

The future of the world no less
is weighing in the balance now
the hope and dreams of many
caught up in a net you made
woven from threads of deceit.

We are all capable of turning
our backs on the needs about
our faces from the pain here
closing our doors to innocence
believing it will not affect us.

Blood is blood even washed
our hands will still burn
the memory of torture is ours
the scarring of isolation  and
negligence always on our hands.