Pilate's Dream

(Pontius Pilate's house, Monday)

I dreamt I met a Galilean

A most amazing man

He had that look you very rarely find

The haunting, hunted kind

I asked him to say what had happened

How it all began

I asked again; he never said a word

As if he hadn't heard

And next the room was full

Of wild and angry men

They seemed to hate this man

They fell on him and then

They disappeared again

Then I saw thousands of millions

Crying for this man

And then I heard them mentioning my name

And leaving me the blame