It is not our way.
This sound, this thunder,
These hooves,
These chains.
It is not our way.
It is not our way.
This restless beating,
This shaking,
Howling,
Cringing.
It is not our way.
It is not our way.
This chanting,
Kneeling,
Drums and madness,
Fire and incense.
Not our way.
It is not our way.
This mask of nails,
This cask of pains
This crucifixion.
Not our way.
It is not our way.
Yet sadly, one could say
(And rightly) that
It is our way.
George Chadderdon © 1993