Redemption day...

July poetry thirty-nine..

Redemption day...

There is redemption for men seeking the hell-kiss. 

The hell-bound men are not seeking Jesus or the Devil.

They have met both and they know.

The gods are sleeping,

they have forgotten men.

I have learn,

we must fight or run?

We live in a mad-man world,

where the greedy people, owned all things of value.

And we are the slave for the large companies,

we are not people, no-more.

Just numbers.

In the end the men and women who can see the truth,

They shall win,

because they didn't steal the good and the kindness from our world.

The rich and greedy men, the rich and greedy women will learn too late.

All of us shall know a redemption day.

We will pay for every bad deed done.

Money doesn't buy you a good death.

Men and women who approaches death,

they learn shame and the abuse of many become so damn heavy. 

And their ventures will become dirty.

I asked a corporate owner who was worth a billion dollars.

How much is enough?

Do you see the people working for you, struggling?

He turned away from me and I knew the answer.

He wanted more and more.

I have met Jesus often and he saved me from death, many times.

I have danced with the Devil,

and he told me.

Johnnie, keeping going forward till you can win.

Drink the good drink and find people with the same dreams.

Don't follow the sheep,

be the wolf who is uncaged and free.

Redemption, my friend.

Once day, we must answer to death.

Did I live and celebrate life enough.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.