Pilate, Washing His Hands (Photo credit: elycefeliz)
This fervour
Honestly felt
To secure
The common wealth
To minister to
The country’s health
Enters the school
Of ways and means
To be mentored
By silent stealth
This Creator
This god: Choice
And the patterns
Of unique voice
On this promise
Duly hoist
Each day with
Incremental goals
Find reasons
To rejoice
One by one
Comes compromise
Political ploys
In loyalty’s guise
Seeking Pilate’s
Dull surprise
Leading you down
Corruption’s petty road
Before you
Can recognise
All dreams
But broken vows
Not the you
Of then; but now
Beyond what principle
Would allow
You rise each day
A demon’s falcon
And you know you
Now must bow
Corruption of best
Is the worst
Putrification can’t
Be reversed
Rationalisations are
Rehearsed
But in these hallowed
Halls of infamy
You become the thing
You’ve cursed
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights reserved
helenvalentina 
Excellent read.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
corruption of the best is the worst – how true
Thanks Paul!! 🙂 🙂
Pilate’s Pain
What have I done!
O mi culpa
Have I killed
The author of life
What have I done
Capax infiniti
My life at best
Now turned to worst
Future
No longer exists for me
For I feared the crowd
The voices loud
Compos mentis?
No
Not I
All is lost, all is lost
The crowd jeered death
Silent his followers
Recte et fideliter
They said of him
My wife cannot rest
She knows truth
Veritas of death
For me
Heaven
Help me if he be
A god
Of vengeance
And not of peace
For at my best
I have done my worst
Brilliant!! Thank you so much for sharing!! 🙂 🙂
Wonderful, Sis!! 😀
Thanks Skye!!! 🙂 🙂