God lives under an overpass

God Lives Under An Overpass

Hustle and bustle, stratos 1-6 rush in taxis, buses, bikes and on feet.

never noticing the stains of urine and feces.

Trash and treasures shoved into Hefty bags,

the collection of a lifetime or a night, but to the owner the value is the same

Graffiti scrawled below the cement mattress that shelters,

keeps somewhat warm and dry during the rainy seasons.

It may have hid him from the gangs and "cleaners"

those who don't just despise the poor, but think they shouldn't exist.

"Why don't you just kill them? They're not even worth it"

The words of a ten year old, not her own, but those of her parents.

Then the same family files into church the next Sunday,

they go through the motions, say the prayers, sing the songs.

They'll never truly feel the love of God, never walk the path.

They'll never enter the kingdom, because they never knew,

They never cared to know or see the truth,

that God lives under an overpass.