Poem By Jason yun
Is our day job more than self-slavery?
When we're locked watching the clock impatiently
We sweat for the dollar bills, the checks and the credit cards
but that kills, breaks the necks of our inner hearts
Why do we need church to get to heaven's gates?
Can holy water quench the thirst of those whose fates
Started in the wrong place
with the wrong face?
Can the poor and the hungry survive solely on grace?