Pontius Pilate

Tell me that Pontius Pilate is innocent and I will pour water over your head. 

Maybe then, you'd taste responsibility that he tried to wash off. 

Respect is not the word to hide behind 

as crimes happen before your eyes. 

You do not have bloody hands, 

but you are stained with everything you tried to rub. 

You cannot stand in the middle ground, 

while justice is trapped on a far-fetched land. 

Rotten behind some cold bar cells

yet the criminals you idolize are freely spending their time. 

It must have been easy, 

to relatively change color 

once your name starts to sound funny.

an insensitive drama queen

who throws a bucket of shady empathy through tears.

an insensible person who flaunts golds

but has seemed to lose the sense of the ones you cry about

an indifferent human to those wounded ones

just because they've been given a ticket to a grandiose show. 

Courageous is not the word to describe the moments

when you defended your irresponsible lines.

It is not bravery to raise a white flag

for the sake of not being persecuted 

It is bravery when you have accepted your mistakes,

and defeat from a fight that should not have been there.

Redeem yourself, not by crayons, or hearts. 

but with actions. 

So stop washing your delicate hands,

scrubbing each word you threw 

while you sat at your unaffected throne.

Good for you. 

But how about those you splashed with your ignorance? 

and your defensive disguise, 

playing like a victim, 

forced, and coerced 

by the truth. 

I guess it must have been easy 

to gain sympathy 

than to take responsibility.