Greased on chicken wings and beer
With shiny pants and rusted flies
Broken teeth and lacquered eyes
We are children of a lower gear
Where the child is free to steer
No more family no more grind
Flush the tears and nurse the wine
We are children of a lower gear
No longer engaged in fear
Of losing self or gaining hell
We jam the pump and drink the well
We are children of a lower gear
Deaf to what the clean lambs hear
But God’s Peterbilt pulls up near
Because we’re His children of a lower gear
Author Bio:
William Peck is a retired teacher and counselor of inner city children. He is also a lover of Dylan Thomas and E.E. Cummings.