Who Are You?

(Painting: Acrylic, "The Son of Man'" by Glenn Plastina)

Are You the man I never knew?
Are You someone they said of You?
Are You the one they make You here?
Just who are You really to me?
Who are You?

They bowed on you, they bought you in
And kept you clean like figurine
A babe or boy or a toddler
On a portrait with your mother

You wear barong or just plain shirt
Sometimes with hat upon your head
Holding a stick like an old man
And carried you under the sun

Sometimes you’re black then white or brown
You often wear thorns on your brow
Dressed like a king and robes were stripped
On golden cross upon their neck
Who are you?

So familiar to name a son
An expression or just for fun
A magic spell to drive away
Some evil curse on their own way

They say you’re rich you owned the earth
Some said you’re poor beggin’ on the street
Someone in jail or one who’s sick
Just anyone that they can think

You’re a soldier to the oppressed
To liberate from injustice
You held a gun on your right arm
And a clinched fist on your left hand
Who are you?

Some says you’re Lord, Savior, and friend
And pledged to love you til the end
They serve you still in poverty
Remained content’d with words you said

Seems everyone knows who you are
And thinks of you as near or far
A diff’rent one with diff’rent role
To anyone as all in all

They call on you with many names
In thousand tongues you’re still the same
Or are you all they think to be
On what they’ve read or hear and see
Hear and see

Are you the man I never knew?
Are the one they said of you?
But there’s no doubt you changed my life
You took my sins died on my behalf

I can’t let go for more of you
I wanna know, I wanna show
I’ll always seek your will to do
I wanna know just who are you?