The pit is where I have fallen;
Or, incidentally I have been pushed.
You are all here with me –
Babies screaming
Mothers hiding
Fathers fleeing
Children leading.
They are pushing more in, chanting
‘Get that money,
Get that money.
We make it okay,
Make it worth that money.’
They give out the money,
They print the money,
They determine the value of the money –
Of your life
Of your wants
Of your needs.
Digging the pit further,
Making room for more.
Breeding everyday –
Soul rot is the best fertilization.
Walk with Jesus 