You Know My Torment You Hear My Cry

Watching the television Reading the news I ask not for your views your case for war is farcical Your indifference to human suffering is immoral Yet you call yourselves men of faith and children Of the clothe You place your anger on vests of death and drop Your bombs from birds like rain you kill and maim And say its in his holy name To feed your never-ending thirst for greed You cut the green from the equators belt and clear The forest to add more wealth You leave me no clean air to smell And then you persecute my life and so deprive me Of my rights and when I rebel and demonstrate You steal my vote And filled with hate you lock me up behind Eelectric gates And when the continents of ice tell their story Of immanent demise You show no concern as winter begs for something cold and summer has no layer to hold Its scorching heat now uncontrolled You know my torment you hear my cry Deliver us from lying lips deceitful tongues and Genocide But you turn your sightless gaze aside The winds though hear my plea and come with Vengeance as they blow and the rains fall torrential As they go And twisters twirl in lands they do not know The seas lash out with anger in its waters rising flow And the earth trembles as the mountains rumble And fire comes from deep below Your buildings now come crashing down The land erodes to only rock and cost you billions To put them back And caged in temples of your conceit You sit and wonder why And Mother Nature smiles in the aftermath Of your demise Earl S. Jackson Aug 2006 Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.