saviors

Saviors . One lonely day, I took a walk Along a blackened street While on my way, I was surprised Who did I chance to meet? I listened as the man soon spoke Slow with every word "I'm your savior, King and Son" said I, "That is absurd." "It's truth if you'll just hear me out," said he as I stood there "I'll prove that I am who I say." His words he did not spare. When he'd finished, I thanked him And went along my way The man, he too, continued on With nothing more to say . I left the city as I walked A crossroads caught my eye But what I saw astonished me A man who tried to fly His wings outlined in wire With tissue paper skin A halo hung above his head I couldn't keep it in I laughed aloud atsuch a man A nut who tried to fly In my laughter I just thought "Is there a reason why?" "Home," He said, "I must return Before it is too late For I will save the human race As is told by fate." . The drunken man who tried to fly Leapt off of his stage He struck his head upon the earth A grounded, drunken Sage I set his head against the box Returning to my path I did not turn my head to look Lest I face His wrath One more turn I did then make And came upon a child He had a needle in his arm His breaths, they became wild He writhed on dirt and pavement And called to God for help I took the needle from his arm He stopped and gave a yelp. . I checked the child for a pulse As he'd stopped his breaths I found no motion in his flesh His soul was laid to rest A liar on an unkown course A drunk who dried to fly A child who left this earth so soon Why was he to die? Each had claimed to be the one Except the very last He called to God for savior And I was he who past I am no Holy Angel I do not claim to be But why am I to witness Such atrocities . I am but a child myself I am not very wise And I am what I saw that day Reflected in their eyes Liars, drunks, and druggies We have all become Though we are the saviors The presidents and bums Others do not notice this As bottles we all tip No cause, no care for government Smoke seeps between our lips Two saviors on that road I met One who cried for God And I bared witness to them all Coincidence is odd.