The soldiers mocked
Stripped him of dignity
stripped him of his humanity
Getting him ready for his death.
The soldiers mocked
With a scarlet robe and a crown of thorns
His charge, the reason he was to die?
King of the Jews.
Here is a staff, a sign of the power of Kings
Give that to him too
The soldiers mocked
“Hail, King of the Jews,” from bended knee
“Hail, King of the Jews.”
They spat on him, beat him
Again, and again, and again
The soldiers mocked
And led him to his death
Forcing another to carry the cross
The soldiers mocked
gambling over his clothes, his only possessions
as he looked on from the cross
Laid bare to for all to stare upon
the King of the Jews
The soldiers mocked
And so did those who saw him hang there
God’s son on a cross
no, that was not right
He could save himself
if that were true
The people mocked
The chief priests and teachers of the law mocked
Those crucified to his left and right mocked
Jesus, the King of the Jews