Arrogant kings
With hate and lust,
Stamp on intrinsic
Things of dust

Their impress.
Tiny coins of brass
Show forth their face
As in a glass.

While superscriptions
Boast their name,
The years they ruled;
Their weight of fame.

Only One King
Has shed his blood
That men might walk
In brotherhood;

Whose coin is love,
And graved thereon :
A scourge, a cross,
A crown of thorn;

Whose reign
Is without period…
The King of Heaven’
The Son of God!

John Richard Moreland