Bread is broken

Bread is broken.
Kind words are spoken.
The wine is sweet,
As smiles and whit.
No one foresees it;
A heart will be broken.

They drink in cheer.
The time is near,
And one is sad.
They break the bread,
They break instead
The heart of their brethren.

They come and take you,
Mock and beat you.
The ones who followed,
Your own beloved.
A truth of life, one is betrayed
By those whom trust a given.

Tichakunda Michael Majena (2010)