What’s in the eyes if not to see?
A darkness on the land
Propetuated by a world
That will not understand
What’s in the ears if not to hear?
A silence through the night
A deafness born of nations with
No care of what is right
What’s on the lips if not to speak?
A fading muffled voice
Drowned out by those in power who
Refuse the people’s choice
What’s in the hands if not to touch?
A plowshare turned to sword
Held high into the east winds where
The dregs of wrath are stored
What’s in the heart if not to feel?
An answer bathed in tears
That falls as rain on blood stained soil…
Unchanged throughout the years
…Jeff Bresee