Journey Poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham

i met a young mother
whose skin was all whithered
a broken-hearted lover
whose eyes were all swollen
a young lady laughing
with teeth that were broken
a father singing hymns
a son whose feet were both bandaged
i heard a prophet saying
the world if full
of both gives and takers

i spoke with some men
who had no agenda
i saw chidren playing
hearts pure as the snow
'neath their boots
i saw dead people talking
and live people walking like zombies
i heard young girls who were weeping
a professor sleeping

the users are winners
the winners negated
some warm-hearted people
shivering in the cold
some bad men living
life all alone
old women in trousers
staying close to their homes
too many people left dying alone