Gods Plea

Nearer my god to thee, to keep this fake peace,
 hoping to end the crying of the children,
 hoping to end their misery, A ringing gesture,
 a tormenting game, a morbid fire, a sad violin,
 playing a game of misery, this all but a light burden,
 it's a kick to the gut or a split knuckle, A mad-dog running
 or a crazy man who just crumpled to the sidewalk on Sunday,
 an old hymn too old to be in a book.
 As hundreds sang out in a forever sweet hymn  
of harmony and melancholy with husky voices of strangers and friends.