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Sic's Prayer

We're so quick to strip the innocence from children's fragile minds,
My Father please don't let me be another victim to these times
'Cause when I die, I know I'm facing judgment for my crimes
But my heart's suppressed.
What would you suggest
For a man who's unashamed of shame, is his conscience left bereft?
In this game, the strong are the wise.
Each morning I thank God that my eyes
Open, the rest of the day
Devotin' my mind to evil ways.
My brain is aimed at perfecting crime because it pays,
How to avoid doing time but make my plays
'Cause see I won't be oppressed by what the congressmen say
And I refuse to whore my body out for minimum wage
But the economy ain't gettin' any better these days.
My God, if I don't find an outlet for all of my rage
It's gonna be my third time back in a cage.
Each day I've fought and stole to get my daily bread,
And I thought about that each time your prayer was said, Lord;
But I've never seen a hungry belly words have fed.
I'm filling mine by any means that I can.
I found out I can take what it takes to be a man.
I see myself as something like the blood of Abraham,
Breaking free from bondage to reclaim the holy land
Over the bodies of the people who'd oppose my plan.
Help me help myself, God, we're hand in bloody hand.
By the blood of man, that's how things get done.
Father take a good look at your bastard son.
Father take a good look at what this world's become.
See what we have done, we as men to other men.
In the name of our Lord and Savior we commit these sins;
Commit them again and again and again and again.
And maybe I'm just blind but god I cannot see an end.
Aside from cages and from graves where life and death I'll spend.
But I don't need to be forgiven, God, I'd rather break than bend.  Amen.


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This poem comes from a play the author wrote in which a felon on parole is asked to write a prayer for forgiveness. Mr. McCormick lives in Manchester, Illinois.