PILATE

I dreamed 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 
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.