Fairing High

I live in fear, all through the night. Held in a cage, a gruesome sight. Bound in chains, poor weary me, Staring the fat old pigs of society. My wrath has come, for this I see, I’m the poor man now with no degree. My eyes doth cease, no words I know, Our degradation continues to grow. Prepare me dear father for another world, My body is dead, my mind is sour. Embrace my soul, to you I belong, Oh listen my Father, to our Gospel Song. Fair well cruel earth, you raped my soul. But my Fathers words were there to hold. I stand in awe of his helping hand, And know his love, will never thee band. I look high and low, from Heaven to earth. And realize, I was born with worth. So I stand among, the earthlings many, And know I fare more than a penny. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: April 26/2013