They Could Not Well Describe Him

Mine is not a man but a God
Who came from earth and not heaven.
He ressurected when he died,
No one saw him, they just assumed,
And that was the end.

In another story he was stoned;
Then crucified to look taller
Vinegar was scotch and hyssop
Love in the image of his dad
Was why his mum died.

And now he’s a villain prospect;
Vice, avarice and greed seated,
Politician and nobleman
Nothing of the carpenter’s son-
Cesare Borgia.

Leonell