Little kids are
a lot like Jesus, they
often die of sins
not their own; like
the ones who die in
Bluesville praying:
"Father God, please
save us cause
Momma's gone"
It's not them who fail to
pay the heat, leaving
out the house with the
oven on; and they're
not out there on
their feet, hustling
Disciples' blessings to
carry on
Maybe they die to save
the mothers who
walk cracked pavements on
Friday nights
trying to gather a
little income with
the only training
street messiahs let
them have
Mercy be to
little children who
who often die of sins
not their own
Sometimes they suffer
sacrifice of life, to be
resurrected in holy
smoke
