Who Bears The Guilt.... (In The End)

i close my eyes and go back... sixties angry churning deep south, to the old oak tree in the clearing. where two bodies hung side by side; one young black man, local, one young jewish man, who came from the north to protest. both stripped naked, badly beaten, whose sins did they die for? black and white Jesus's, neath a guilt ridden limb... whose crown of thorns? and who will roll away the stone? 45 years later, a couple lines in the news. a young gay man hanging from a rafter. the victim of bullying and discrimination. will we never learn? how many Jesus's? how many crosses? in the end... who bears the guilt?