In My Minds Eye

In my mind's contorted eye My heart laments for our generation And generations to come In my mind's disgruntled eye, I see squalor and poverty in Sudan I see disaster, hunger, Consuming, scavenging, rampaging The bowels of our land My heart weeps for the oppressed, Displaced, and brutalized In my mind's injured eye I see the ruins of Bosnia And the bloodbath in Grosny Yesterday was Somalia, today Afghanistan We all are engulfed in a bitter, unending race In my mind's tired, confused eye I see resigned, helpless faces Of a saturated generation Waiting hopelessly for the final Chiming of the clock