We walked this day downtrodden <br />as asphalt and pitiless penny <br />what justice there is in violence, <br />I know not, <br />but know not to grudge <br />until my bones wither <br />the winds would sweep me <br />the earthquakes take me <br />me and my ashes <br />the grey, dull, insipid, injustice <br />Oh take me now or let me be <br />or let me know <br />what time sits in wait for me <br />my path it hates me <br />wynds and debates me <br />the bushes and shrubs they hold me <br />to silence and to hush me <br /> <br />Please <br /> <br />just judge me <br />set my place in eternity...<br /><br />Elbert Matt Loubser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-follows-2/
