Ironic wood

Ironic wood

From a life, a living out of wood
Till a death, a dying on wood
From parables of lillies
Figs and wheat

In lack there was abundance
In desperation, relief
Mercy´s was such a foreign word
As nail and flesh did meet

Those who swore not to betray
 But loosened tongue before dusk had it's way
Those whose eyes opened and ears heard
Those lame who walked on his word

The unclean were washed and lost their wraiths
The prophet´s sweat maintained their faith
Enlightening the few between olive groves
Until multitudes indeed arrived in droves

The servant becomes the master and vice versa
The worker the boss
The impoverished become wealthy he said
So they put him on a cross