Take me away God, take me away. The valley you said was to be green no longer shades my mind and the valley, where ever did you say it is to be found? I have lost my bearings, the world I belong to disgusting and violent tiring me now for so very long. I have to make amends and find peace.
And what is your answer?
Do nothing but value the space, the person you are in.
What good I say is that to me humble and afraid to venture very far each day?
What good to be asking me to huddle here among so many other poor?
What good I say is it to be here where the violence surrounding us increases day upon day?
You are the arbiter of life’s world play why can you not do something about the violence surrounding us and plundering our resources, rich once they have said?
I know you are busy with other problems around the globe, but this that I am sitting in is a city of tents like old.
No way of rising above this muck, no way of coming up for air, there is so little without the foulness of human despair, detritus and such.
I want for my children a greater possibility than the one I am in where droves of others are starving trying to make amends and find some food before life ends.
I want to be worthy to leave them a legacy I am proud to have had and not this war of vengeance and crime the story of old and yet here it is, city bound and disgusting with other’s elite showering their wealth on old gold’s street.
You are the one, the man of ages old, can you not stop this vengeance, greed and horrible race
You are the one, the man of ages old, can you not stop this vengeance, greed and horrible race we are in now on that beat drumming away trying to stand, but feet fast paced stopped short by those very famous elite?
I want some significant worthy answers from you, you who had all my prayers on and off through my life time of working with those others, that of the elite, before I became victim of that horrible Wall’s street.
You are the arbiter, the crier of the poor. What relevance do you consider you are now to us here in the gutter of life’s richest few?
What a debacle that you among the many other gods around chose this country to flood with the poor, who, useless allowed them to be and to do whatever their little less conscience was able to achieve and only, I may add, because we and congressional agreement agreed.
God help the poor as they are to stand, whether able or not here they are gathering around. Warmth no comfort for what in their life’s end they are to leave let alone to those in higher places have formed.
No need to shed a tear my Lord for you are the victim, as we here in borrowed time.
November 27th, 2013
Tags: Loss
