Safe And Sound

Jesus, and the third world poets
carrying their dying children
across the starvation desert...

the stench of disease,
poverty, and dead eyed
hopelessness, ... hangs

in the indifferent air.

if you dont know their names
they're not real, just pictures
on the news you turn off...

finish your supper,
throw out the scraps;
get in your cars, and

go for a drive...

turn up the radio!
speed up! roll up your
windows... safe, and sound....

honk if you love Jesus!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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