The Dust on my Feet

How can you live

With people dying

All around you?

How can you sleep

With children crying

From the back room?

How can you see

With all the Lying

In the way?

I walked past the last

Red light tonight

And I saw all the drugs

And the sex

And the fights

I wiped off my feet

On the death of her face

I forgot her tears

In the midst of my race

When she showed me her wounds, I showed her my car

When I showed her my bible, she showed me her scar

I gave her a look, she gave me a day

She opened the door, and I ran away

She drew a picture, I gave it a name

I gave her a reason, she asked why I came

I told her the facts, she gave me the lies

She sees me relax, I watch as she dies

She asked me for Jesus, I aptly replied

I looked to myself, but she saw none inside.

10/29/09