01.32. Excerpt7 - Jungle Girl

Excerpt7 - Jungle Girl

I looked in her eyes like saucers,
Just a girl on the Jungle track.
She was one of the forest’s daughters
With a bundle slung over her back.
She was naked except for a G-string,
And as black as a cob of coal,
But the dirt on her smelly body
Was white ’gainst the filth of her soul.

Beneath that skin was a woman,
Though she looked as wild as a beast;
But she knew no rights as a woman,
To say the very least.
She worked for her man in the daytime,
She slaked his lust at night --
A woman, dear Lord, a woman
Without her human right.

O Lord, as things are going,
It very well might be
She’ll learn of Communist Russia
Before she learns of Thee.

I flick back a page of my memory
To our churches and people there
Who spend less time a-praying
Than they do in styling their hair;
Those who plan for frivolous parties
With frolics and food and fun
But no cares for the wasted hours
With so little praying done.

O God, dear God, in compassion
Look down on our tearless eye;
Baptize us with Thy Holy passion
For the heathen we’ve left to die.