My heart cries out,

over and over.

So many tears left by

bombs and missiles

with their trails of death.

Such inequity inflicted on

those languishing in prison

cells where justice is not served.

For children who pick up a gun

that goes off in their hands, no longer

innocent of the ferocity they hold.

Those without enough to eat

Or the means to subsist in this land

of plenty where some say only fools give

to those who have such little hope.

For those who lie on the streets,

finding comfort from shooting up or in a

bottle while they hurt from the inside out.

And for all of us in this place run by those

who believe profit is the highest good while

the earth continues to fall into disarray.