I lie in a ditch, robbed and mugged. I am
Lying in a puddle of blood,
bleeding and stabbed.
I am unloved. No one will miss me if I
Die,
after all, no one cared to stop them,
no one noticed.
I am loved. I remember
a soft voice, dark brown hair,
Rocking, singing,
a song.
I am unloved. Family after family, they
left me.
abandoned to rot in an old, decrepit
orphanage.
I am loved. I remember the old priest,
whispering God
loves you; you are
not alone.
I am unloved. They pass by, the
Uncaring, the cold-hearted,
the ruthless, the
Hypocrites.
I am loved.
Up,
Up,
I am lifted, my wounds
healed.
Oh you who have saved me, who have
taken care of me, who has given me
Rest.
Truly, this is what the old priest meant.
Your people are my people's enemy, we have
persecuted you.
and yet,
you treated me no different than a brother.