Pariah

pardons for the beggar he knows not what he trades witness to the rapture a feather for a spade preaching him a savior what alms that would've made words to sate the hunger though wordlessly he prayed threnodies for martyrs indifferently played lulling into stupor those starving to be saved beneath the skyscrapers within walls mired and grayed they all roam encumbered and silently they pray ripping through the integuments of a convivial heaven sleeping in discontentment stay cast-away; forgotten penance for the pauper watching the cavalcade of endless wanderers all dressed in the decay through torn streets and corners the grime will never fade listen to the laughter the asphalt takes its prey lumbering across the pavement the ragged delirious children wallowing in detriment stay cast-away; forgotten still groping for all those long disclosed promises still hoping for halos when their god could care less are they conversing with angels while carrying their own shovels and quietly knowing too well when and where to bury themselves pardons for the beggar he knows not what he pays placed his doubt on barter for faith without a face he wouldn't consider to even make a raise when a dream is offered it's never there to stay