I did not want to do it, no pleasure, In killing that madman’s vain talk of peace, I did not do it for passing pleasure, I just wanted to make Rome’s tyranny cease. We need power. I came to him in hope, That he could give old Israel new birth, I wanted easy answers, could not cope, With his promised Kingdom’s unearthly worth. He would not lead a Kingdom like this world, Nor know that we must live by might alone, I went to sell him, buy a better world, For a slave’s price – let foolish Peter groan. But now a greater anguish burns unhealed, And I yearn to die in this potter’s field.