8. Georgia Lee, Tom Waits

[This is a stanza from a mixed cd poem I've been working on. It didn't fit. But I think it works as a stand alone poem.]

Why wasn't God watching? Why wasn't God listening? Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?

It’s hard

to believe in

the kingdom come

when I hear stories

about kids on the streets

being used for ugly things

instead of sleeping

through algebra class

where they ought to be.