My God Will Save You Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

He's got no legs and his arms just a stump
Crawls on his belly through gutter and street
He gets his next meal from the garbage dump
Life rushes along to the urban beat

She sits on the corner nowhere to go
'Nother victim of domestic abuse
And where she is going she does not know
Yet does not complain or make an excuse

The tourist whines that his beer is too hot
And the food is just too bloody spicy
He'll only pay if she swallows the lot
Fat westerners and their hypocrisy

My god will save you and my god is good
But only if you say please, understood
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