What's Of The Heart

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.