What did I do to you?
That you should hurt me so?
Please say – what did I do?
Oh, will I ever know?
You ambushed me today
Upon my journey home
Six soldiers barred my way
And I was quite alone!
Although my fight was brave
My sword flashed in the air
Though two went to their grave
I never had a prayer.
And then, with swearing crude
You pulled my clothes from me
Soon I was in the nude
For everyone to see.
You dragged me to a post
My wrists in iron grips
“Take this!” I heard you boast
And then I felt your whips.
A heavy beam of wood
You placed upon my back
And, though I barely could
I brought it up this track.
To where an upright beam
Was planted in the ground
And then, with fear, I screamed –
You roughly turned me round.
With force you pushed me down.
My pain, already great
I lay there on the ground
And waited for my fate.
You stretched my arms out wide
I saw your cruel nails.
As I was crucified
I screamed and gasped and wailed.
You lifted me up high
You nailed my feet in place
Just hanging, till I die
With pain etched in my face.
What did I do to you?
That you should hurt me so?
Please say – what did I do?
No, I will never know.
Wragg - 2014