Prince and the pauper

His court was a court above all others
Roads of gold, palaces of splendour
Chandeliers, granite, marble – designer stuff
"Exclusive entrance" – it read at the turnstile
The prince above all
Controlled the nature
Custom-made fingerprints
Wound the DNA by himself

Descended to the ugliest world existing
Black, dark, bleak, evil
But even then he still shone
Pure, innocent, a star in the night
Illuminating the way, saving lost souls
The crowd loved him, loved his miracles
Which saved them – after all they benefited didn't they
And he loved them too.

But the ugliest world, could not retain its pretty veneer
Scorns, insults, jeers flung at him
No mercy at all
They forgot his grace, his love
They never remembered
Even his best friend, denied him thrice, after all the prince had done
The pauper forgot, denied

Hung on the T
Intersection between the perfect and ugly
The bridge for all, a sacrifice
Incapacitated, parched, withered
A prince, with hordes of angels at his call,
Suffered the worldly pains, like his disloyal paupers
The innocent paid, and loved waterfalled
"Forgive them", he prayed
"They don't know what they're doing"

The crowd just watched on
As if he were in a circus, a zoo
Pointing, laughing, casting lots
Over all he had left in this prison – his few torn clothes
Those who loved him – far and few between –
Cried as they saw the trinity against
The darkening eclipse, the brackish grey-black
Painter's marvelous masterpiece
Sinner, Lord, Sinner
Last breath sighed

Three days later,
(Three again, the magic number, trinity)
Tombstone unblocked the gaping hole
His palace guards smiled and pointed
The vindication of freedom
That the King above all had accepted
His only son's sacrifice
Innocent, pure, sinless
Was the only who met the standards
Of dying, saving the black world
No one else was as perfect as he
Only he.

Took the cup, sacrificed
Prince for the pauper
Paupers still jeer
Not realizing that they had finally been freed
Of the chains, blindfolds that bound them so tight
Oh, the irony
The love abound

Thank you, Lord

Author's Note: It's Easter today. After the sermon and all, I wrote this. And I wrote something like this on our 'graffiti' wall anyway. It's the best I can do, but it doesn't do much justice to the actual story.