Charles Munger, Jr.
These are tanka: a syllabic poem like a Haiku, but in a syllable pattern of 5/7/5/7/7.
I deserve this death,
Betrayed, broken, and despised,
You did nothing wrong.
If truly you still want me,
Blessed be this day in my sight.
The two fools died first.
Would Barabbas hung by me—
Let me once down from this cross
I’d fling the nails in your eyes.