And Jesus Wept

I fell to my knees and wept Bound in aged skin With the scars designed I wept in chains And though the tears flowed Still I burned again a hundred fold As I lay my fist on quiet Earth And died within the heartbeat of everyone else Every sob tore its mouthful of food from my throat Each wretched and bloodied second A whining bullet for my soul to fall upon And I drown within the pain of someone ……….. This quiet blockade Such a taste upon my lips Of all the vicious felt this stab into my back And to my heart echoed such sorrow When at last my eyes were opened In such agony have I lived Mindless, dumb and clueless In such a welter of deceit did I exist To be blinded by the promise of comfort And such is a the price I paid When my soul beat vengeance on this quiet blockade And by the divisions of wealth It was I, who had become a slave I cannot count the grains of rice Nor the bodies strung out in a corpses eye And I can only bleed within my heart To witness such insanity I do not stand there among them The butchered bloody collateral damage of hatred Yet die each moment with them My family of children, my brothers and my sisters