Death On The Cross

• Adelaide Deighton, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

I was badly whipped
On my way to the hard painful cross
I heard hurtful yelling out to Jesus, King of the Jews.
The painful sharp nails break my skin
“I looked out to the Jesus of Jews” he said,
“Father, they do not know what they’re doing!”
Soldiers yelling so loudly that you couldn’t even hear the sad cries
The soldiers said to him, “Save yourself!”
But Jesus just stared out to the gloomy dark sky.
I stared at the gloomy dark sky like it was a meaning of something.
I sadly heard people screaming out, “No!”
I knew Jesus Christ had died.