The man

There was shouting and much noise

in the streets of the city

People pressing against each other forming an impenetrable wall

They were shouting “crucify him; crucify him”

There; stood a man covered in blood

On his head he had a crown of thorns

Down his back blood was pouring out from his wounds

The man never answered, never retaliated, he stood alone with his accusers

He heard the crowd shouting, he heard the accusations but never answered

Alone he stood, his friends scattered

One betrayed him, another denied him

The only movement he made was turning to the crowd

And in silence he loved them

Sergio Occhiochiuso