As Told To Me
Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction,
miraculous events occur that defy logic
One such story was told to me
by someone labeled as mentally sick
This is what I heard,
this is what was told to me
This is the way it went down,
according to eyewitness testimony
He wasn't your typical hero,
she wasn't your textbook heroine
They were just simply the right people at the wrong place
Proximity variables vectoring the spatial divine
He was a dopefiend,
she was a prostitute
They both were trying to hit a lick that night,
get their hands on a little loot
This is what I heard,
this is what was told to me
This is the way it went down,
according to eyewitness testimony
He was walking down one side of the street,
she was coming his way from the other side of the street
Intersection of two lost souls were about to again meet,
when a huge burst of flames erupted suddenly
They were both equidistance
from the scene of this calamity
When they heard a wailing cry:
"My baby is trapped inside!"
This is what I heard,
this is what was told to me
This is the way it went down,
according to eyewitness testimony
The dopefiend rushed in
without giving a second thought
Ignoring the fire raging,
he ran to the cries as the smoke he fought
While the prostitute comforted the mother outside,
told her the man who ran in was a street acquaintance
That he always came through when you needed him to,
and her child was gonna be fine, to just give faith a little time
This is what I heard,
this is what was told to me
This is the way it went down,
according to eyewitness testimony
The dopefiend smashed through the upstairs door,
grabbed the frightened child and looked about ...
he calculated with certainty there was no way out
With the flames at his back, he prayed the prayer of the poor
Hoping that God would hear his cry for help,
though he hadn't prayed in a very long time himself
Then a mighty wind rushed in from somewhere below,
and the hungry fire inexplicably followed
This is what I heard,
this is what was told to me
This is the way it went down,
according to eyewitness testimony
All the windows in the house were shut and had bars,
yet a small black cloud was floating in the hallway
Going swiftly towards an upstairs outside door,
where the flames incredulously had not gone that way
A path had been opened to them somehow,
and the dopefiend rushed out with the child
As the prostitute and the mother both smiled,
their prayers had been answered from the heavenly clouds
This is what I heard,
this is what was told to me
This is the way it went down,
according to eyewitness testimony
Believe it or not if you want to;
check the facts, and verify the date
The man who told this story to me,
is my new homeless shelter roommate
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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