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