FUGITIVE
You do know I am just a fugitive, right?
No, I don’t deny it.
But tell me,
Is that why in me you only see a cog?
Is that why you keep distance?
I don’t belong with you, right?
You’re not going to help me, are you?
You’re not going to show me a place to hide.
You’re only sending me away
By harsh words that kill my spirit.
You know I haven’t eaten for a century now
I am not ashamed of that
That’s why I come seeking for bread
So at least I can get the strength to run faster and further
But why do you look at me grudgingly?
Like you don’t want me to have a taste of your bread of life
Like it is me you’re fighting against
Like I will take a bigger share
Like I will not eat with manners
Oh! Of course, I have no table manners
Because I am starving
I will not waste even a hint of this bread
You can see how filthy I am
And what tatters I’m dressed in
I know it’s not in your place to make me clean
And you might not have extra cloths to give
But at least you can show hospitality
And direct me to the Cleaner of filth
And show me where I can get something to wear
Or are you just scared that I might stain your pearl white cloths?
Or you just like keeping your space?
Maybe I’m wrong in my thought
Maybe it was not your intention to scare me away
Maybe all this was never about me
Everything you said in my presence
Everything you did in my presence
Were all just about you and your journey
Trying to gather more strength in sojourning
Maybe you said something else;
But it is what I heard that scared me away
Maybe you did something else
But it is what I saw that abased my zeal
So then I guess you should probably borrow my eyes and ears
So we’ll see and hear the same.
Then you’ll know how much I am in pain.
You know this bread of life you received free
And free you should give
These clean pearl white cloths you have
Did not cost millions of dollars
Neigh, all they costed was grace; the grace of God.
And you’re morally obliged to share the grace
Not choose in your heart who does or doesn’t deserve it
You can only speak because the good God gave you a mouth
And a mighty voice, that is heard miles away
So whatever you speak should give hope to the lost and weak
Not scare them away from the peace we all seek
I know this poem will arouse questions in your pure mind
And regardless of what you might think;
I did not write this poem to raise controversies
I did not write it to show my prowess
I did not write it to unmask you bad side
No, not even to attack your weaknesses
But I felt lending you my eyes and ears would at least help
And make me get closer to the end of my running
Because it is you; just you on the way
And maybe it’s not you, but that deceiver the devil
So now you can tell him I am done with my tyrant
of a master: sin
