Hunchbacked , unshaven, dressed in rags.
Sitting desolate in the streets,
Your hands outstretched, I empty no bags.
Authorities come your way to mistreat,
Sorry brother. I’m too shy to give you hugs
But I feel your pain, I love you.
Out you come as the day turns grey,
In strategic positions like a bird of prey.
May many come your way
In disgust I hear you pray.
Flesh peddling to any that stray.
Sister I hate what you do, still I love you.
Young wild and daring,
You move from tin shack into the city.
The gun in your hand will have many scurrying
As we hurry away as soon as you’re in the vicinity,
We rush before women lose their wedding rings.
You’re a merchant of pain young one,
I keep asking myself why I love you.
And though my tongue will say,
“Take a bath, you’re too smelly”
“She’ll send you to eternal sanctuary”
“Watch out he’ll steal your celly”
I love you all don’t you worry.
Stanley, your lines are quite impressive….obviously you are walking with your senses sharpened by your love towards your brothers and sisters but also acknowledging what’s wrong.
Go on…and take care!
Comment by irma — July 17, 2010 @ 9:18 pm |