ANGELS WITH DIRTY FACES.

He was a man just like me
Trying hard to do the right thing
Pushing hard with gentleness
Asking us to open our hearts.

But we were and still are
Angles with dirty faces
Living for ourselves
Angels with dirty faces
So far from our home.

Time has past since
We cast the stone when we ought
To have turned it on ourselves.

Still we live and always lie
Beyond the trees in heart and mind
Yet on this earth we cannot
Reach beyond our sight.

But …

Those out there trying hard
To do the right thing
They no not what they do
Yet they believe we must survive.

No longer taunting, taking
Selfness eats away inside
Till we can no longer feel
Just who we are – and we cry.

But …

Not deity nor sacrosanct
But giving how it should be
Playing the only game
To the only set of rules.

If we hold against another
What we ourselves divulge
Who stands to count the cost.

But …

GRUM