Hail Wary

A Poem Written 09/18/2007

Image by David C. Roberson

Hail Wary
09/18/2007
David C. Roberson

Hail Mary,
Full of Grace.
Deliver us
from this, our fate.
We see this place
with eyes that hate.
No wonder Earth’s
in this sad state.

Jesus Christ,
please bear my cross.
Deliver me
from this, my loss.
Cause I can't touch
Your Holy cloth.
To you my woes
I wish to toss.

But this world won't stop
getting me down.

Your people won't stop
bringing me down.

Please help me stop
feeling so down
when I look around.

Hail better days,
if they still come,
to deliver me
from this, my song.
cause I can't sing
with so much wrong,
anymore.

Hail-wary,
grim, disgraced.
Delivered dust–
doomed, defaced–
who can’t outrun
the Reaper’s pace–
laid low beneath cold ground.