I dreamed I met a Galilean; A most amazing man. He had that look you very rarely find: The haunting, hunted kind. I asked him to say what had happened, How it all began. I asked again, he never said a word. As if he hadn't heard. And next, the room was full of wild and angry men. They seemed to hate this man. They fell on him, and then Disappeared again. Then I saw thousands of millions Crying for this man. And then I heard them mentioning my name, And leaving me the blame.