They say that for humanity
unaware of its own demise
The very angels of heaven
weep from tortured eyes

Gazing upon a world
so forlorn and torn
with hearts so very fickle
and love so thinly worn

They see the scarlet women
seducing taken men
see the bitter hurt
of trusts cruelly broken

They see the lonely child
in a closet tightly entombed
to escape the angry sounds
consuming the next room

They hear the cries of mothers
as they hold their dying sons
as they wish that man had never
thought to mold steel into guns

They see a husband's anguish
as he buries a loving wife
because the drunk in the other car
took her sweet young life

they see in the dirty streets
young boys molded into thugs
cause to feed a starving family
they turn to running drugs

They see the mass genocide
As countries war for oil
As governments rob working men
of the fruits of their own toil

If man on earth could see
things from that perspective
how long could the human heart
remain blind and objective?

When will the tears stop
When will we begin to heal?
I fear the answer’s: no one cares
and that we never will...