Gimme Strength Poem by Keith Dovoric

He struts into the room
He drives away the crowd
He pierces you down with his stare
Your prayer screams right out loud --

Oh, Lord
Gimme strength with this man

The mongoose and the cobra
The pitbull and its prize --
Nature has no mercy
The hunter needs not a disguise

Oh, Lord
Gimme strength with this man

I crawled beneath the barbed wire
Somewhere in East Beirut
The mines and friendly fire
My captors in pursuit

I made it home okay
I thought that it was safe
One day my doorbell rang
Now every night, I pray:

Oh Lord,
Gimme strength with this man

He could've been your cousin
Could be your brother too
Your psychedelic uncle
Who likes to prank and fool

In a better world you'd find him
Smiling, laughing, loving
But here in the yard, he watches from towers
And leads you into the oven