He said it once,
We didn’t listen.
Blinking at a stone face
Not knowing he was the prophet
Waiting to be called
Our savior.
We didn’t listen.
He talked to us in one ear
And it soared out the other
So now we pay.
We pay with currency that doesn’t exist
Pockets that weren’t sewed in
Coins that just spin.
He said it once,
And we turned our shoulder.
Walked away
Never looked back.
Saint's Muse 