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.