Dame Street Messiah

Weighty words wasted on the east wind blowing down Dame Street they don’t heed or even hear them the footsore army of suits and students the new Abraham or Jesus or Muhammad cries out but is ignored shoulder pushed to the side as the bus pulls up cries out new truths replace the old faith has become comical and morally weak Bus pulls away and the Saviour is alone in the crowded city Screams as the police move in no laughter or mocking just snorts of disapproval and ‘tuts’ of annoyance eyes back down to the pavement count the sore steps home the rosary of the church of the rat-race must have its homage He could be the One One true Saviour – again! but this world would crucify him with apathy and loose change FREE this week ‘URBANIA’ contemporary poetry collection http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FC4822C