A humble man in robe of white
Comes on a colt for all to see
Despite his looks, his face shines bright
To fulfill an old prophecy.
The people lay their cloaks and palms
Before the meek, but mighty king.
Authorities’ll try to silence the psalms,
Yet they will continue to sing.
As we enter our reverent week
To observe the holiest day,
We must remember to always seek
The justice of ours and his good way.
[Form: Quatrain, 3 Stanzas]