The Human Hustle

Salutations, Lord,
Comes your servant once again
reporting live from the human hustle,
It is here that some days do feel more
like 7 years and 4 score,
and still, even then, we are blessed where we've been,
even when our humanity fails,
and chains lock the yoke of a rich man;
I saw him collapse beneath the dollar,
his mind took leave under pressure
like dark matter
weighing the ton of a billion suns
and nestled on his narrow shoulders,
I saw his spirit struggle,
His eyes turned red,
his spine weak and yellow,
I saw the mob he served turn knives upon him,
and even then, the day came new,
Just by your grace, Lord, many thanks,
for in this rest I clearly see
the diamond love you've given me,
and more meaning in The Knowing of your flock,
we are praying and willing,
Giving and learning 'In God We Trust',
and as I watched
it so occurred,
that never can the wage of a human hustle,
become the lord a human serves