Yesterday while walking,
beneath an overpass,
i saw the figure of jesus,
standing barefoot on broken glass.
his beard was graying,
the smell of urine filled the air,
asking if i had some change,
anything that i could spare.
Emaciated,
his shaking fists balled up,
influenza and pneumonia,
begging god to take his cup.
so different from his pictures,
breathing air through yellowed tubes,
jesus christ, dying of aids,
can look right through you.
And all have hated,
crucified and walked away,
the savior of the prostitutes,
drunkards, rapists, and the gays.
Under bridges,
with hands raised,
from the ghettos they praise his name.
broke and crippled in the dark of night,
raise your voices to jesus christ,
hallelujah.