Safe And Sound Poem by Eric Cockrell
Safe And Sound
Jesus, and the third world poets
carrying their dying children
across the starvation desert...
the stench of disease,
poverty, and dead eyed
hopelessness, ... hangs
in the indifferent air.
if you dont know their names
they're not real, just pictures
on the news you turn off...
finish your supper,
throw out the scraps;
get in your cars, and
go for a drive...
turn up the radio!
speed up! roll up your
windows... safe, and sound....
honk if you love Jesus!
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5/5/2024 6:38:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Jesus, and the third world poets carrying their dying children across the starvation desert... the stench of disease, poverty, and dead eyed hopelessness, ... hangs This is an incredibly poignant poem, written with the touch of insight mastered 10+++