James Three

Who can resist, a warming flame, leavened by your kiss, hidden down a government street, it's a terrible shame, supplicants sway at your feet, those who think you’re it, turn to me and say, something's gone adrift, car lanes tick with heat, sunlight grants them little space, our time is fleeting, let them all go shift, you cry again, prayer always will absolve us, for everything we nead, to blow our troubles away, they'll hang you from a tree, uncertain questions, fill our day, some fool seeks justice, whatever that means.