The man

From high above,
He fell to the ground.
The man in rags.
The fallen man.
Turned to you, asking for help.
Fear got you running.
He came again,
Asking for shelter.
Panic got you screaming.
Saw the man again and again...
Across the street,
Down the alley...
Staring into your eyes.
Tormenting you,
Wanting what’s yours...
Your coat, your house, your soul...
Dread put a gun in your hand.
Got the man on his knees...
Pressed the trigger...
From high above,
You fell to the ground.
You’re the man in rags.
The fallen man.

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