A scowling wind in the dimlit sky
A swarm of eyes and an evil sneer
A poor man hung and left to die
The reason is clear but who knows why?
His face is pale but wears no fear
A scowling wind in the dimlit sky
He doesn't speak, no use to try
Why whisper in the devil's ear?
A poor man hung and left to die
A rag-winged man ought not be alive
A penniless man worth not a tear
A scowling wind in the dimlit sky
He counts his worth with a feeble sigh
And wonders why he's even here
Poor man hung and left to die
His good heart hangs in heaven high
Away from every soul too mere
The reason is clear but who knows why?
Look not away, but Near.
Tyler Mason
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/look-not-away-but-near/
