IN A THOUSAND WOUNDED EYES

WHEN THE SKIES ARE GRAY WITH GLOOM AND


PIERCING CLARIONS SCREAM OUT ‘DOOM’

WHENTHE SCARLET RED ON THE BODIES AROUND

MAKES IT LOOK LIKE FATE HAS FROWNED

UPON MANKIND

AND THE WORST EVER LOOKS LIKE IT HAS BEEN DESTINED



THEN, IN THE SQUALOR, THE POVERTY, THE GRIME

IN HUMANITYS’ MOST HEINOUS CRIME

IN THE BATTLES RAGED, WON AND LOST

IN THE EYES OF THE MEN DYING IN THE FROST



IN THOSE THOUSAND WOUNDED EYES,

AND THOSE ABSYMALLY DISFIGURED FACES,

COVERED BLISTER BY BLISTER,

YOU SEE A FLICKER- JUST A FLICKER

OF HOPE – THAT MAY SOME DAY BRING DAWN,

OF LIGHT THAT MAY SOMEDAY SHINE ON ALL



IN THE CRIES OF THE VULTURES CIRCLING OVERHEAD

THEIR GNAWING AT THE PEOPLE HALF-DEAD

IN THE BATTLEGROUNDS WHERE THE ONLY COLOUR SEEN IS RED

IN THE SHOUTS FOR HELP LEFT SUSPENDED IN THE AIR,

IN THE FACES THAT ARE CRYING, PLEADING,

IN THE FACES THAT ARE BARE

IN THOSE THOUSAND WOUNDED EYES,

CANNOT YOU SEE

THE HOPE FOR THE ULTIMATE MIRACLE

THAT WILL SET THEM ALL FREE

THAT WILL LET THEM RENOUNCE THIS WORLD-SO RUTHLESS

AND RELIEVE THEM OF THE PAIN OF THE FLESH

THAT’LL LET THEM GO TO A PLACE WHERE THERE IS NO PAIN

THAT WILL LET THEM GO-WITHOUT EVER HAVING TO VISIT AGAIN.