Tears That Jesus Shed # 2 Poem by Eric Cockrell

roaches run across the floors,
bars on windows, locked doors,
walls trembling with hungry fear.

tv's in a bare room,
gotta come down soon,
or go find the cure.

baby's crying hungry,
you aint got the money,
there's bruises on your face.

steal a car, rob a store,
got nothing left to live for,
disappear without a trace.

stamp the numbers on your head.
you're just one of the living dead.
one of the tears that Jesus shed....
one of the tears that Jesus shed!