Ohio sunset to me

Bring me the sun

On its knees

It’s scarlet and golden hues

Screaming for one last chance

Before melting into night


An ounce of compassion 

All at once the preacher sang

Ne’er in the face of Glory

Stand to tell your lies

Carry yourself like a dog

Whipped,forsaken and shameful

For you are transgressed

And raised not to heaven

For who shall worry your soul

And who can bare your weight

The sweat poured off his brow

As his words traveled high

Trying reach  a God

Who resides in a much humbler place

And can whisper a change 

With love 

To  unite a tattered soul

With just an ounce of compassion