Pilate's Dream

I dreamed I met a Galilean;

A most amazing man.

He had that look you very rarely find:

The haunting, hunted kind.

I asked him to say what had happened,

how it all began.

I asked again, he never said a word.

As if he hadn't heard.

And next, the room was full of wild and angry men.

They seemed to hate this man.

They fell on him, and then

disappeared again.

Then I saw thousands of millions

Crying for this man.

And then I heard them mentioning my name,

and leaving me the blame.