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I Watch and I Hear

I watch the world falling apart from my television screen I watch blood spill And see things that are so unclean I hear a new disaster coming After each other I hear the cries and prayers of every widowed mother I watch paralyzed as i see another city explode I watch in shock how peoples sympathies erode I hear the cries of children who are homeless and alone what will become of them when they are fully grown? I watch how cowardly and self centered most leaders can be i wonder where they'd run or hide and how they would flee I hear gunshots and screams of people and children I hear the laughter of these devils who call themselves men I watch these children with no hope in their eyes I watch as they observe how their mother dies I hear new terror attacks in more cities and towns I hear more and more of these heartbreaking sounds I watch how foolish and greedy people can become I watch the crimson on the floors that tears at my hearts drum I hear these leaders speak of fairness and world peace I hear their excuses and apologies that i whish would just cease I watch how parents teach their children how to shoot and aim I watch as they obey and walk on these shadows of shame I hear the cries of people who want freedom from this world I watch as they wish to die from their environment thats swirled I watch and want to lend a helping hand I watch and cry to myself for these people in the land I hear so much misery and never ending violence I hear woes and mourning in this broken silence I watch them with their tanks and their guns I watch them as they shoot at a child in fear who runs And as i watch and hear i observe these things in me And i have realized that the worlds a scary place to be

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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