Urban Poet

Monday, 27 February 2017

When I hear somebody say thank you Jesus

I think mental illness

And feel very sorry for the speaker

And hope they will get help very soon

What does this mean to us all

Waiting to die

I always know when I have heard the truth,

in this world so full of spin,

because it brings tears to my eyes.

Half the world is starving

Half the world is eating itself to death

Half the world is starving

Half the world is eating itself to death

Half the world is starving

I just hope

That the art

That defines our grace

Is enough

To make up

For our disgrace.

A mentally unstable man

Did burnouts in the grand city intersection

Threatening Armageddon out his window

As else where in the city

Five people went about their business

unaware their lives were about to end.

Something for which

Nobody yet knows

The reason