"I am the Alpha and the Omega"
Scripture said.
These people wrote
These people in my head.
I see demons' snarling lips
They come for the children in their beds
While they dream of the holidays at the seaside they swam
Their innocent small unscarred bodies in the foam-filled waves
Throwing them around.
Amongst the corruption and the desolation
The seeds of desperation
In the faces of the needed
The abandoned, the conceded.
I see the homeless lie in downcast eyes
Humble at heart, guilt-laden to die
And the up-front, asking for one pound
To go to the crack house
And when alone to cry.
Friday, 20 November 2009
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