"TAKE ALL I'VE GIVEN HIM, BUT ON HIS SOUL, DON'T LAY A FINGER..."

I am Job

Who once was blessed

Pushing this shopping cart

Through the streets

Scavenging through your refuse

In the night 

To eat

I am Job

Once master of lands

 As far as the eye could see

Thick with flocks - like oceans - of sheep

Pushing it down these streets

Loaded with discarded ore

And tins

Selling them 

To exist 

I am Job

Who never suffered want

And reveled in soft plush cushions

And splendor, 

And favored

By my Lord

And

Who now –

Tortured by the ashes 

Of an empty crack pipe –

Am tempted Him to blame

By the Great Deceiver 

And to curse

His name