Stainless Steal 
 

The stainless steal 
Is a meal 
That is stolen in hunger. 
The desperates cry 
For me to try 
Them with some compassion. 

They are guilty 
Of dying to live 
With the vigour of others. 

If they could see 
It would not be me 
Lying face down in the gutter. 

The cold of night 
Brings greed's bitter bite 
Of those who have done better. 

What would you do 
To avoid your death 
Well before your time? 

Would you cause mine 
Before I caused yours? 
This fear is very real. 

Possessed by fear 
The voice you hear 
Is not that of your conscious. 

In your ill health 
You thought all that wealth 
Is deserved by no one man. 

But I had a gun 
And you had to run 
And you looked back as you ran. 

You saw the smoke 
A word you spoke 
As you hit the ground. 

It was a name 
Of some fame 
Though not dear to your heart. 

But after all 
Who else to call 
When your death is coming. 

You had no faith 
Just a waif 
I wonder if your prayer was answered. 
 
 

(C) Copyright 1999
CRAIG PARKES
All Rights Reserved

The Nexus Collection
CRAIG PARKES

Caged
Death
Fear

Goals Got and Shortsighted Plans

Listening to Shadows

Looking through my Window

Numb

Past Long Present

Raging Thoughts

Stainless Steal

Words are my Wings




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