And the Writing's On the Wall

From cave pictures, with hand sprayed self portraits. To a churches pulpit displaying Psalm Twenty Three. The writing's on the wall From mud huts to stately homes. The writing's on the wall From the bullet chipped, blood soaked wall of the firing squad To the nail driven torso hanging from the eaves The writing's on The Wall From the cleaved head. Reminiscent of Salome's deed. To a child's barrel-bombed and desecrated body, too late to share the uncorrupted mind. The writing's on The Wall And from the push of the first button to the push of the last button. There will be NO writing on the wall Is that the writing we want for us? The world is at war and humanity is in flames. And I have tears. But, nowhere to cry