Whereas
I am not mad at God
I simply am
Unsure what else could possibly be done
That has not been done ?
And whereas
They look at you like you’re beneath them
Forever
Unheard and unseen
And whereas
The odds are bet against you
And you are fading
——
Whereas
Another breakdown
Before the storm
Another shutdown
Another hick town
Another resolution
Just before sunset
Whereas
Another tough decision
No more food
Not even a pension
Whereas God
Do you ever think about us ?
Do you ever come through
We are just dust
And we fooled ourselves thinking we were more
And our strength is fading
Whereas
All we have is less
And this empty room
Without enough language
For the pain
And the muscles broken and wore
Fading
