Why Do We Make the Afflicted Run?

For all His power, God’s son
Never wielded it selfishly,
But fought to the death did He
For sinners and peasantry.

Holding close the small and young,
He taught them lovingly.
Women, He gave, verily,
The seeds of equality.

But, in the flesh, He was undone
By the lawful Pharisees,
Who lived ever so piously,
Yet judged mercilessly.

Why do we self-professed Christians
Do the same, pridefully,
And make the afflicted run
From our Man from Galilee?

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