Cyreneae

Touch me with your suffering

And maybe I’ll pay attention to you

Throw yourself on my mercy

And maybe I’ll give you a bed and food

But not for long

Because soon I’ll throw you back out into the world

Don’t you know?

I’m in this to help myself

 

Why do you come back to me?

Where is your life?

Why do you insist on showing me

That you can’t cope?

Sleep on the streets

If that’s all you’re up to

Don’t expect me to give you shelter

For the rest of your life

 

I don’t want to look at you

I don’t want to see that you

Are Human

And can’t handle your own existence

So I turn my head

And I send you away again

They call me Simon

So I won’t let you

Call me

Pontius Pilate

 

Written 1991

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