What am I gonna do?

Oh Christ what am I gonna do

With all the waste upon the land?

When I fall into the overt tongue

Of the leadership of the race

I will not give a hoot

What comes next,

I shall lead to the end

Of the way

Without needing to be then and there

The One who is being.

Just like the Fall

I am being incarcerated in

Fine tuned ways

For it is about to be found

That all is not as it should be

And I hope against hope that it should

Be of value to the rest.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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