You Said You Saw the Pastor
You said you saw the pastor
hiding in the corner of the shabby church
smoking, and looks worried
That Windmill turns no more, quietly stands
Silently prays and loudly mourns
For it never forgets how people scorn
That old car parks by the roadside
Pieces of paint, peeled and flake off.
Traces of rust, tell the stories of long gone trust.
That rocking chair at the front porch, screeching
Sings songs of lonely, only winds can understand
That old tree stands firm in the grassland
Treacherously tells things we can never stand.
Red bricks and concrete, scattered on the ground
describing the cheerful moment when
pieces of broken hearts were found.
That smiley wolf wears a three-piece suit
patiently tells kids the value of being mute
Weeds, powders, and pills
Have become the ingredients of feel
You said that you saw the pastor
hiding in the corner of the shabby church
smoking, and looks worried
I see the sounds of praise,
rushes away in a hurry.
Copyright © James Hou | Year Posted 2016
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