Chris Cross - Poem by Lori Triggs
Chris cross who is lost
Build a cross from a block of wood
With nails add some rope to it
Than put it up straight and tall.
The day of Christ was nailed
To the cross and roped to it
So lets do it to all humans
They think they are immortal.
We shall nail the disabled, seniors citizens
Children, adults, men, women, boys than girls
To the cross to be condemn for their sins
No matter what race or non race they are.
If you religion or non religion background
even no religion background
If you married or not married
If you have sex or not having sex
If you have kids or do not have kids
If you are straight or gay even lesbian
If you own an animal or more or no animals
If you have a criminal background or not
If you are a alcoholic or not.
Chris Cross the humans is lost
There is not a care in the world for you
Will heaven doors be open for you
The doors will be open for the animals.
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