You Allow

Sweeping dust under the rug
Our clever plans seem successful
Wash the dirt from my hands
And escape without a trace

Like the eyes of Dr. Eckelberg
You have seen it all
Not missing a detail
Our deeds have carried much weight

Why have you permitted our evil,
Our acts of hate and jealousy?
I think you should crush us without haste
But nevertheless, you allow

You allow us to try and fail
You allow us to touch and get burned
You allow us to love and have it unreturned
You allow us choice

JK

Philadelphia, PA

September 3, 2005