A Man Forgotten

Dingalingaling, dingalingaling

Standing in cold, knowing of want...

they stand all the same without complaint...

every clink clink torture...

but thats not the point...

its for a good cause...

the world sees only the red...

not the face standing there...

who knows maybe its a volunteer...

Nothing to see there.


He reminds me of someone...

along time ago...

his birth unremarkable...

except a star and a show that he never did see...

he was tutored in all...

he worked quite a bit...

in time he had substance but to him that meant nothing at all...

for he was to enjoy nothing...

thats just what was called for...

it was a job to do thats all.


He spoke his mind...

not always to be known...

if they wanted to understand it...

they knew where to go.


There were others who had power...

wealth too, he dismayed...

obtaining it through priest-craft...

now thats a word you don't hear every day...

They preyed on the poor...

weak and oppressed...

they spouted excuses...

ridding guilt from the rest of the people...

who had just enough or a little to spare...

their excuses don't hold water...

never did what they were supposed to...

the Romans saw that it was ok...

they didn't preach treason, though grumbled they at the law...

they kept the people docile and for that they were paid...

they said that no miracle could save them from sword...

"Just bend over Israel, pay us, you have our word."


So here came this man...

he said they did sin...

they forgot their Father...

the temple a pigs pen...

They wouldn't do good...

then blocked the way...

nothing to see there...

there was just no way...

He bore their scorn but said what he came to say...

the people listened...

the "priests" he dismayed...

till all did see red...

not recognizing his face.


When I see those...

well bound for the cold...

not dressed to impress...

just to do for their fellows and not for themselves...

you try if for money and see how your paid...

thats not the point...

only their humility that saves...

I am reminded of that man...

who had nowhere to stay...

his wives stayed with others out of the way.


You ask why this season is what it is?

Why I am not joyous full of the whole holly biz...

they still wouldn't listen and neither do you...

if those like him stand empty...

cold and afraid...

every little emergency beating them about...

just drawing what they can for what little they do...

always waiting to get paid.


I speak as a dreamer...

I speak to the void...

what do I expect of those who're employed...

you have those hungry...

babies to feed...

kids in collage...

jobs to maintain...

you are so busy in the business of you...

you get what you are paid for...

forget about that Jew...

we spread our noise...

without counting the cost...

we live in it and not notice...

just, "hail to the boss!"


Now what do I ask?

I have railed quite enough...

when you see those in need...

rags and old cloths...

give for the need not to save your own nose...

seek out the man...

two millennia has past...

he was risen...

he still lives...

if gold and silver fail...

you have not...

give what you can give...

you have time or are you dead...

you have two hands, or are they sawed off...

His blood was red too and its on your hands...

if you let need pass...

empty hands fall empty...

enough said.


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Beautiful Jaggedfrost!


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twolittlehands 6 years ago from Utah

What can I say? You've done it again. Perfectly.

Thank you.


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago Author

Micky, I am glad you enjoyed.

Twolittlehands, Thanks for stopping by. I appreciate your input.

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