We all know what he looks like,
US.
We are the "good" ones.
Yeah we have big cars and houses
and banks accts. and he would look
right in our car and sitting with
us at our favorite bar.
Who humbles who?
What if he's king dumpster diver,
a taxi cab driver
a teacher
a chinese worker,
not a preacher
just living, giving, loving, sharing
all with the ALL
no interest in fashion
feeding people is His passion,
hanging out with the salt
of the earth
necktie? Suitcoat? Golden staff and crown?
those who don't know him, do cause frowns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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