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
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