with instant salvation by quick donations,
the blind follow the blind.
while the rich cast bread to the nearly dead,
and kick the dogs as they eat.
with boots of flesh that stink of success,
they grind the bones beneath their feet.
the time clock shouts, undresses doubt,
till the truth is revealed.
dignity cries with unbound eyes,
till the cup of cost is filled.
god removes her mask for those who ask,
who’ve nothing left to lose.
while pilgrims search the trash and the dirt
for the things that can be used.
the distant shore, beyond the door,
the key won by fire and trial.
the naked stand with battered hands
beneath the cross of man’s denial.
to bear the blow because they know
that they have not a home.
and only by heart to light the dark…
hear the lonesome refugee’s song!