O, I can still see
Zealous men in the know
Young enough to feel they
Make a bit of a difference
Actions louder than words
Never resembled this
Distant voices I hear
Intimating it's ending
And what of the weak?
Screams and whimpers are heard
Love doesn't matter
In the void they appear
Volatile situations arise across the globe
Every child if not blessed
Sends their download to God