City Castaways

City Castaways
Dedicated to: All Street Kids for Christ!
By Richard David Briggs

Heavenly Father, from His throne on high,
Surveys sordid Kingdom of Sewage-Canal
At traffic lights of weary Workaday Street;
His dawn’s rays burn off fog’s dark secrets,
Steaming-stench issues off slimy asphalt,
Exposing rotten remains of sorry lost lives.
Cold, scared, awake from nightmare sleep,
Hid in foul mildew-damp cardboard boxes,
Slide out skinny Squeegee Kids, coughing.
Limbs stretched, stop along filthy sidewalk,
Mesmerized, see city shiny-chromed cars,
Envious, “We wish we had a life like you!”
Garbed in grimy baggy blue-stained jeans,
Guised with tarnished brass-ringed noses,
Stapled ears, multi-colored tattooed faces,
Sliced-red-barbed pointed devil-tongues,                               Swarm, block, vex Vehicle-Driver’s View;
Wash; wipe windshields for small change,
Clash with “Mister Smug-Face, first in line”
Sitting in his sumptuous Crimson Corvette,
Refuses to be born again Hate binds him!
“Frig off Freaks!” Spews his Satanic Spirit,
“Fiends from Hell! Get a real job! Grow up!
Aides-Carriers! Druggie-Trash! Get away!”
Those who think will come first, come last,
From dust God-created, to dust will return,
Street Kids’ souls, body-freed, with Jesus;
Heaven’s Seats unto them, Grace granted!