As I cross o’er the street, <br />I doth realize the abundance o’ grime <br />And the colours: grey, brown, black as soot <br />I happen upon from time to time. <br />The people who doth pass me <br />Are plain and dress nicely not. <br />Nor do they seem to be happy <br />As God’s grace they hath forgot. <br />Sinners are they! Cheats, delinquents, liars. <br />God’s anger they shall not escape <br />When they burn eternally in Satan’s fire.<br /><br />Augustus SlaterDixon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-strolling-down-the-sidewalk/
