Broken Road

Broken Road

Walking down this broken road 
Children’s stares 
The homeless care for needles of love tonight 
A policeman with slothful intent 
Slayed my son who looked like God. 

Walking down this broken road 
I saw a hermit in the window close his shades 
Locking the door 
He knows this world is not of him 
Watching a garden fill an old woman’s holes 
She raised a family back in forty two 
Outlasting the wars between bankers and sins
She’s the last of kin. 

Walking down this broken road 
A weary mailman said hello 
On the mission to deliver a package of devastation 
To the teacher who touched him years ago. 

Walking down this broken road 
I wonder how much farther I must go 
Down this broken road. 

© 2017 Randle Allshouse Jr.