Holy Week

Five short days ago.

The palms were fresh, and green, and supple

As they waved against the clear blue sky.

Today, the palms are red, and bruised, and tortured.

Fixed to a board, against the clear blue sky.

This is the nature of human acclaim.

This is the nature of success.

This is the nature of friendship and love.

We are all betrayers.

We are all betrayed.

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