9:29

I walked into the church

Like I was walking in a supermarket

Eyes peering, staring, and leering

Coat off, I decided to park it

I made my appeal, started to kneel

And the kneeler crashed down to the ground

It resonated, the church was not jaded

The Arc Angels could hear the echoing sound

Rosary in hand, whispering prayers known to man

I knelt for 9 minutes and 29 seconds

My soul was to speak, my knees got weak

That was long enough, I reckoned

Life was expelled while one man kneeled

9:29 to endure so much pain

Not a violent criminal, it was later revealed

What else is there to explain

9:29 with a knee the whole time

For God and the city street to see

Yet not a whisper in time could not stop the crime

Where's man's love, compassion, or mercy

Should a death sentence be sung, a death bell be rung

For passing a counterfeit bill?

9:29 is way too long for a death march song

A merciless, unforgettable kill

For 9:29 in time, God saw the crime

A body full of life now full of death

That 9:29 is a time that's truly unkind

Kneeling on a man's last breath.

So as I put the kneeler back, right on its track

I bow and make the sign of the cross

A merciless attack, it's white and it's black

But it's humanity that's at a REAL LOSS.

Author Notes: Sad world we live in.

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