Caiaphas to Pontius Pilate

He is a rabble rousing malcontent
With dangerous ideas
Who gives false hope to many
And preys on people’s fears

A self proclaimed Messiah
Who aspires to lead the nation
The humble son of a carpenter
With ideas beyond his station

A way with words,without a doubt
As he foments revolutions
And would plunge us into conflict
With his simplistic solutions

Pontius Pilate to his Wife

They boast of having just one God
And still they can’t agree
We Romans cope with a dozen or more
To whom we bend the knee

Just another Jewish prophet
They produce them by the score
I could find no fault in him
He kept within the law

The high priests seemed afraid of him
When I proffered my advice
I thought that in the circumstance
Forty lashes would suffice

But that bane of my life Caiaphas
Who from the deed would shirk
Entreats the Roman army
To do his shameful work

When I offered one free pardon
Barabbas was their choice
Incited by the high priests
The mob gave forth full voice

I washed my hands - to let them see
His blood would never rest on me
Then delivered him,without conviction
To suffer death by crucifixion

He seemed to me a man of peace
Though his end was dark and grim
Very soon he’ll be forgotten -
We will hear no more of him