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WarriorCarryingWater
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The human race is a chase, the prey is our dreams.

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trash & broken glass around my church

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I saw a deacon picking up trash around our church’s parking lot

So I grabbed a broom to sweep up empty bags/vials of crack rock

I picked up a dozen mini bottles of alcohol until the grounds were immaculate 

But I still found several used condoms filled with ejaculate

Well, at least they are being safe, I pondered

After I picked up several magnum wrappers, I wondered 

Who is having this much sex in a church parking lot?

While I’m blessed, could I even wear a magnum with what I got?

I lost count of all the cigarette filters and candy wrappers that I retrieved

When I used the pick up tool to grab a broken needle, a chill ran up my sleeve

A Baptist Church in the center city of Hartford, Connecticut 

I argued with myself, the last time you did this, man you regretted it!

Less than a week later, all that trash and broken glass was back!

Some joker drove by and tossed out a half eaten Big Mac!

They saw you trying to clean up, but still littered out of spite

On a Sunday morning before service, in broad daylight!

Imagine what happens here late at night?

I looked up and down the avenue and just saw more trash, blight, and despair 

I’ll continue to sweep up the trash and broken glass, because somebody has to care!

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love_supreme says:

Excellent write

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