What’s Of The Heart
What’s of the eyes if not to see -
a darkness on the land,
perpetuated by a world
that will not understand.
What’s of the ears if not to hear -
a silence through the night.
A deafness born of leaders with
no care of what is right.
What’s of the lips if not to speak -
a fading muffled voice,
drowned out by those in power who
refuse the people’s choice.
What’s of 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 of the heart if not to feel -
an answer bathed in tears
that falls as rain on blood-stained soil...
unchanged throughout the years.
