This is a poem I wrote based on one of Jesus' teachings in the Sermon On The Mount.
Nonresistance
A slap on the check by the meaty hand of a drunken soldier
taking out his frustration on those he views as dung:
Turn to him the other.
Burdened by his ill gotten gain and weighed down on wobbly
knees the nobleman forces you on pain of death to pack his load
down muddy roads: Go the extra mile.
Robbers lying in wait under the blanket of darkness leap at you
the chosen prey and take a cloak woven from finest threads;
Your shirt will match it.
The enemy long emptying venom and hate against you and
your countrymen for generations: Extend love.
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