The Good Thief ( A Monologue )

Structure
The Monologue

Monologue is a piece of oral or written literature (eg, a story, poem or part of a play) spoken by one person who exposes inner thoughts and provides insights into his or her character.

An Example -CAIN

A monologue from the play by Lord Byron

CAIN: And this is Life? — Toil!

And wherefore should I toil? — because

My father could not keep his place in Eden?

What had I done in this? — I was unborn:

I sought not to be born; nor love the state

To which that birth has brought me. Why did he

Yield to the Serpent and the woman? or

Yielding—why suffer? What was there in this?

The tree planted, and why not for him?

If not, why place him near it, where it grew

The fairest in the center? They have but

One answer to all questions, "'Twas his will,

And he is good." How know I that? Because

He is all-powerful, must all-good, too, follow?

I judge but by the fruits—and they are bitter—

Which I must feed on for a fault not mine.

Why do I exist? Why art all things wretched?

Ev'n he who made us must be, as the maker

Of things unhappy! To produce destruction

Can surely never be the task of joy,

And yet my sire says he's omnipotent:

Then why is Evil—he being Good? I asked

This question of my father; and he said,

Because this Evil only was the path

To Good. Strange good, that must arise from out

Its deadly opposite. I lately saw

A lamb stung by a reptile: the poor suckling

Lay foaming on the earth, beneath the vain

And piteous bleating of its restless dam;

My father plucked some herbs, and laid them to

The wound; and by degrees the helpless wretch

Resumed its careless life, and rose to drain

The mother's milk, who o'er it tremulous

Stood licking its reviving limbs with joy.

Behold, my son! said Adam, how from Evil springs Good!

But I thought, that 'twere a better portion for the animal

Never to have been stung at all than to

Purchase renewal of its little life

With agonies unutterable, though

Dispelled by antidotes.

My Example

The Good Thief

By Paul McCann

The day came to Calvary
Three crosses stood on a hill.

The crowd began to gather,
Before the blood began to spill .

Two others and I were sentenced ,
the cross could not resist.

But one was an innocent man.
How could they have done this ?

For this is the man who knelt down

and wept by olive trees .

He was whipped like me until he

fell on his bended knees .

They nailed him to a cross ,
like me but did not question why .

Upon a cross with outstretched arms ,
he'd suffer then he'd die .

But I am just a common thief and they've misunderstood .

Beside me Jesus sacrificed his life .
Impaled on wood .

A crown of thorns upon his head.
the King Of Cavalry .

Remember in your Kingdom Lord .
a good thief just like me .