Lost People Poem by kelvin kaesa

Everyday I encounter a lost people
People who beat at their bodies in daylight
then feed it on fast foods in the dark of their
closets!
People who carry a cross on their backs in the
city streets and shopping malls but are still
nailed to the cross,
Wanting smone to bring them down from their
watchtower of pain!
I see people in a city on hill...a city whose walls
are well lit for the people dead in the valley
below to see!
Yet these people in the city have no lights on
the city streets they walk!
I see people who believe in a superhuman
being...
One who was thrown in a tomb and though he
was held in by a great boulder...
This hero found his way out and not just out of
the crypt but out of the abyss!
But everyday I’m forced to believe that these
people were the thorns in the crown of their
hero,
The nails that held him to the tree,
The whip that tore his back into shreds
And still I believe....
They were that boulder that tried to hold him
inside that cave damp with the stench of death
Yet they could see he was so full of life!
And still every day I watch kids play with action
figures of this great hero...
He has been turned to a crucifix round their
necks...
Unaware of the yoke their action-figure-hero
had to bear
I can’t call him superman coz he aint just a
man...
But the kids know he is cool coz he walks on
water n makes the wise guys look daft!
Everyday I see these people and when I raise
my fist to hurl insult at this lost lot of wolves in
sheep skins...
I can’t help but notice the 6 by 6 inch nails that
rust hanging from my wrists!
I to, am among this herd of ungrateful sheep in
black fleece...
The herd that sold its shepherd