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