Poem – They Nailed My Daughter To A Tree
They nailed my daughter to a tree,
They took her with no shame;
Her memories slipped through my hands,
I couldn’t stop her pain.
The priests and Levites with their rules
Pretended not to see,
Yet quietly handed nails to those
Who nailed her to a tree.
They nailed my daughter to a tree
Then mocked with threats and spit;
Her fragile heart they filled with fear,
Her bonds of love they slit.
Deep grief and loss hung on the cross;
A broken family.
Her captors cultivated hate
And nailed her to a tree.
They nailed my daughter to a tree,
They schemed and tricked and lied.
Officials stood with hardened hearts
As joy and justice died.
AJG 2025
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