Only One
Only one king comes to our town
not in a Rolls Royce or BMW
with police bikes all around,
but bareback on a runt of a donkey,
like a comedian, feet brushing the ground.
Only one high priest comes to our church
not led by bishops and cardinals
rich-robed with religious sentiment,
but led by a grubby gang of street kids
screaming their heads off with merriment.
Only one god comes down our street
not surrounded by holy angels
or shining like the sun at noon,
but with tears running down his cheeks
for those who play the devil’s tune.
Only one true-man comes along this way
never looking to be served
or honoured with public praise,
but to serve and give his life
as a ransom for rebels and strays.
© Bruce D. Prewer, 2 001
