Crazy Man

By Linda A. Copp

Crazy Man standing safe behind bars,
Can't see the sunshine, the truth, or the stars'
Aren't like the sane men on horseback or wings,
Won't hold his weapons,
sing the song that he sings.

Crazy man standing still behind locks,
Can't see the Concrete
for the slabs and the blocks.
Don't know the cement resting outside,
Is deeper and grayer, than what's there inside.

Crazy Man prisoner trapped in a cage,
Safely, half broken
by your youth and old age,
Your crazy, We're sane,
Oh, admit you've been wrong.
Just jump on our airplanes,
on our kites tag along.

Crazy Man standing, your eyes to the floor,
Repent and find Jesus,
and we'll, open the door.
And then you'll be free of this cell
and you'll ride,
You'll 've joined up with Jesus,
And of course, His guns on our side.

By Linda A. Copp

©September 7, 1971