Songs of the Everyman

I heard a drunk man singing in the rain

All about Jesus and that time he came;

If it really was, if it really is

That Judas used against him just one kiss.


The sober man replied with a song of his own

About how religion is the seeds we have sown

When born we were of ignorance and boredom

And strove to take our fellow man’s freedom.


I had to listen hard and write this down

As their songs echoed all around the town

And when they stopped the clouds were greying

They were saying something they were saying:


“Here comes the rain it cleans

Here comes the wrath it means

We look to the sky and we agree

We pity and mourn for humanity.”


© Kris Blackburn 23/03/13


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