Which God Knows Where and When
Which God Knows Where and When
Many a Linda are amongst us and I wonder where have the
bishops been when she went down that hectic bi-polar road
She was a pawn in the game but then God is within us or not
An eye for an eye a few wormy apples from a garden of Eden
a bit of murky rain water on her journey from prison to prison
while society watched and had locked her beauty so far away
That manic-depressive bug resides in me and my family just
the same and I have been lucky and my freedom remained
I live on in my dreams make lemonade when given lemons
On the way to work I pass so many beggars at traffic lights
ease my conscience give an apple here and there a few coins
sometimes a bill but then rights are not amended from alms
A few clothes change their owner but whose clothes are they
anyway is my wealth God-given through the privilege of birth
am I mocking myself from a seat in chrome mechanised speed
‘Thank you for the shirts I will give one to the guy over there
over here at the crossroad’ ‘Thanks man and for a few days
I will be clean now’ my stomach turns in disgust of my wealth
Who knows who is poor and for what reason whose moods
shift from depression to elation what gears are shifted in an
attempt to keep living find guidance and sanity an apple or two
Linda died and her last name was Bishop and a troubling soul
June 2017
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