I wonder what happened to all those people 

who rallied behind the status quo 

and filled the streets and royal hall 

to cheer the fall of the chosen one bent, 

beaten and nailed to a cross.

I wonder what happened after the cheers, 

chest bumps and a million high fives.  

Did they just go home, back to their life’s, 

jobs and loving families in anticipation 

of the next Roman crucifixion 

or did they put their sad face on like we do 

after a crushing tackle and one can’t get up. 

Then after the commercial break he’s gone,

we smile again and thirst for another.