Truly thou are an evil Fig

by

Wesley A. Storer

The street musician's Lament

He is a modern day Lazarus
Passing the rich man's door
Feeling the North Wind
Blowing sore
Where is your God of yesterday
He ask the inn keeper in mirth
Rejoice says the inn keeper
We have won
They pay for protection
From the gun
But he is a modern day Lazarus
Passing the rich man's door
The gangbangers want his guitar
They take money from his jar
He is like Jonah in Ninevah
Praying for God to destroy them
As he feels the North Wind
Blowing sore
To sleep in an alley

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