a blind man who only saw
love
would watch the bigger folks shove
an he strode on his path
this may give you a laugh
he smiled at the way
that pain led the day
& the humans would shout at the few that got out
of the chains in the streets on the wrists and the feet
of the downcast lot
and the drunken sot they moan.
he would look at a street that was splattered with blood:
he's a laugh on the path
but he only saw love
there was fear in the air
but you know not when he's there
he could go into downtown and while looking round
at the muggers and whores
leaning in doorways and storeplays
thieves running in packs
it's not dollars they lack
but a bone in the back and a brain on the stack
a knife or a gun, for just alittle clean fun?
with their fear
they infect
with their desperate neglect
it's the city's effect
even children are infected
not corrected they just stare
so dark out there.
but the blindman still smiling:
he's a grin, in the win
in the phonebooth he's dialing
is it a number for prayer
je'sus are you there?
or:
just another ruse
an excuse to confuse
a black horsed hearse
getting worse city course
but the blindman sees god
& he's thinking out loud
sends loves and kisses
from those to this is,
god's not on the phone
& he isn't at home
in the church
don't you see
you won't set him free
you
but he's there and he's here
in downtown & in the country
in the trees in the breeze,
in cement his intent every where
if you could see
we would stare
seeing through vice
his blue eyes
seeing in pain & the sky's crying rain
the loose fuse
in the pain in the love
in the push in the shove
keep grinnin your winnin
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