Crucify me but save the world
I’ve been cuddled with the rich
But a cripple among the poor
Drinking air. Chewing water as ever
Polluted air. Spoilt water
By your fore-parents
And now you
And you ask what, how or why my brain got asthma…
I'm in the clinic,
But you’re not my nurse.
I’ve been said to be smiling
Amidst my dreadful cries
I’ve been painted frowning
With a smile like Mona Lisa
I’ve been made a stranger
In my bedroom
Called foolish speaking wisdom
And wise trading foolishness
None have helped me.
I’m a sinner not a saint
My planned holiness is minus
I’m tainted for only my sake
So what’s the deal with you?
When I don’t drag you…
Must you me?
Even, you can’t save me.
If I’ve gone beyond forgiveness,
Get your nails and hammer
In the open or dark
To walls, seen and unseen
To woods, used and unused
To the air, to wells
Crucify me!
I’ll say “thank you” as my last words
Just paint me no more than I do
You’ll help me and save the world.
