Create from nothing, a body and soul, with a spirit inside, the image of God; and animals, with the spirit in them; though this fallen world makes some animals violent, sick or neglected. It’s a shame really, and our soil, water and air are all becoming polluted and unclean. Do you think there is any hope for the earth? Violent crime is lower than ever but people are being imprisoned for drugs at a record high. It’s big business for the criminals and the government. Howard Thurman said that institutions do what is in their interest, even churches; so, I say the government is prosecuting drug possession like it’s murder, in order to perpetuate itself.
Tracks on the road
Point to the getaway.
My money left me
In a huff,
Sending me into poverty
Out of bitterness.
Of my bank account
Happened in a flash,
Out of pure
Almost a reflex reaction,
When the temptation
Came to fruition.
Clashes cause classes to come to slashes.
Honey turns bitter in the bucket with blood.
Closing time is enemy prime underneath time.
Fellows keep up a fund in hope of reaping
Justice. Children play among the father figures,
unbeknownst to evil in their midst. Then it comes
to tingle their yearning. You can smell the hatred.
You can see the knives in their eyes.
“Let’s go'” the leader, Jack, says, as he gestures
into the bank. It’s the manager they’re after. Jack
“walks up to the first slot and yells,
“Where’s Jake?” Jake comes out trembling.
“You know what we’re here for.” “Let’s have it!”
A swift exchange. One envelope, one knife,
ear to ear. No explanation.