Rain pounding down, down, down,
washing through shack after shack
ripping tent after tent on the ribbon
of the highway as shiny wheels fly by.
black bag makeshift shelters shudder
against reeling raging wrecking wind,
cutting through every skeletal bone.
soaking blanket home at Pep’s display
shivering betrayal of the body it holds,
a heart, human, soul so hungry so cold
on muddy cold land outside His Home.
empty promises of feast and warmth,
communion, heart, healing wholeness
by followers purely devoted to self –
full bellies, warm bodies, empty souls
Indemnified against sorrow and grief.
highway to damnation – fake love
brutal betrayal in winter so cold.