LOST PEOPLE

Everyday I encounter a lost people...

People who beat at their bodies in daylight then feed it on fast foods in the dark of their closets!!

People who carry a cross on their backs in the city streets and shopping malls but are still nailed to the cross,

 Wanting smone to bring them down from their watchtower of pain!!

I see people in a city on hill...a city whose walls are well lit for the people dead in the valley below to see!

Yet these people in the city have no lights on the city streets they walk!

I see people who believe in a superhuman being...

One who was thrown in a tomb and though he was held in by a great boulder...

This hero found his way out and not just out of the crypt but out of the abyss!!!

But everyday I’m forced to believe that these people were the thorns in the crown of their hero,

The nails that held him to the tree,

The whip that tore his back into shreds

And still I believe....

They were that boulder that tried to hold him inside that cave damp with the stench of death

Yet they could see he was so full of life!!!

And still every day I watch kids play with action figures of this great hero...

He has been turned to a crucifix round their necks...

Unaware of the yoke their action-figure-hero had to bear

I can’t call him superman coz he aint just a man...

But the kids know he is cool coz he walks on water n makes the wise guys look daft!!

Everyday I see these people and when I raise my fist to hurl insult at this lost lot of wolves in sheep skins...

I can’t help but notice the 6 by 6 inch nails that rust hanging from my wrists!!

I to, am among this herd of ungrateful sheep in black fleece...

The herd that sold its shepherd!