On that Bus

You invaded my private space on that bus

Killed my innocence when I still traveled by school bus

Spilled your dirty mind over my tender heart on that bus

As if I’m your mattress on your bed; Aye I’m no huss!

Did all that muss on me by all your means

When I didn’t even knew what “that” means

My small hands couldn’t stop by any means

Your hairy hands dirtying my skin by all means

What that means?

Huh? As if you don’t know what that means?

Injecting your abuse virus in my conscience veins it means!

Now, I’ve got hairy hands too

And now I know what your hairy hands were up to

That day!

That day, my salvation birthday, I knew

What the true hairy hands are when I was made new

By the Man who wiped my blood dripping eyes

With His blood dripping hairy hands pierced before His eyes

On that bus, your muddy hands blew dust in my eyes

And changed the meaning of a real “man” in my eyes

Pray that you see every child with my Man’s purity

And be a child at least once before you strip off their purity

‘Cause of such is the kingdom of Heaven

And ask the Spirit to kill your flesh welcoming those dark angels

Before you prey on those little angels

I’m a changer, much stronger, no moaner no more

A fisher who fishes fishes like you – I preach myself more

Hey man, be like the Man who injected death

Into His own veins to drain out death

From my conscience you had dirtied till death

You pierce His side again when you pierce those hands

Into that child’s “that” side

Recollecting “that” dark side of my past with no hands

When you hijacked my tender mind on that bus side

Those healing hands made me strong by all means

Redefined what that rugged beard means

Protection, dignity, and sense of assurance

For those womanly and baby hands for endurance

Which demon hands like you try to bruise

Just as their master only bruised my Master’s heels

Who in return crushed his head under His heels

Ah! That’s too deep for your hairy hands

To dig deep into my resurrected conscience

No other hand could’ve handled my desolated conscience

You had darkened with your dark hands

But only those pierced hands could pierce out that pain

Without pain!