That Cross

By Peter J Halloran

That Cross

Young man all alone
No love to be found at home
On the street he turns to crime
Very soon he’s doing time

Young girl barely in her teens
Parents too busy to care where she’s been
Her body is found in the street
Needle lying at her feet

People just rush on by
No time to stop and hear their cries
Don’t matter if could be their daughter or son
Too busy looking out for number one

Man hanging on a cross
Dying for a world that is lost
No-one asks why he’s there
Seems no-one really cares

Oh! what is happening to this world in which we live?
Everyone taking, none wanting to give
How many lives must be wasted and lost
Before we see the truth behind that cross