God as Roger

As the man walked on through life,
he looked at one who carried no strife.
Roger. Copy that.
As the man walked on through the day,
he observed one who knew how to play.
Roger. Copy that.
The man walked on filled with fury,
when he saw a brut who was a bully.
Roger, Don’t copy that.
As the man hurried for cover in the rain and thunder,
someone opened an umbrella to give him shelter.
Roger. Copy that.
As the man stood to get on the bus,
he saw pushing and shoving and wondered what was the fuss.
Roger. Don’t copy that.
As the man looked for an empty seat,
he saw someone give up her seat to
one who looked exhausted and beat.
Roger. Copy that.
As the bus rolled on, he saw a white cop on the attack.
He was chasing a man who was black.
Roger. Don’t copy that.
As the bus came to a stop, a white bowed to a black
(to exit first) and the black bowed back.
Roger. Copy that.
As the man exited the bus, returning home on time,
“it seemed he was viewing it for the very first time.”
Roger. Copy that.
He was a better man for the walk and ride
vowing to copy this and not that, more honest
with less shame to hide.
Roger. Copy that.

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