My Shoes Poem by Snake Blocker

You want my fame,
You want my fortune…
Walk a mile in my shoes.

See the journey through my eyes.
Hear the cursing through my ears.
Feel betrayal from the inside.
Taste the poison from the few.

See the people dying daily…
Children crying in the streets—
All the killing…all the murder.
All the pain with each heart beat.

See the devils in the desert.
See the angels from above.
See abuse in every household.
See the locals lacking love.

If "fame" you want…
Then you can have it.
Enemies aren't hard to find.
You'll be hated.
You'll be hunted.

You'll be lonely for a time!