I feel the heartache of humanity.
I cry with starving children,
I hold them til they die.
Brown and black and broken
people, lying in forgotten places,
winding winds blowing through
my heart, tears soaking my soul,
darkness falling into my arms,
bitter, not better, tastes
of hopeless people,
their gardens lost in sandy hills,
killing, not caring, no hope in the sky,
dying by the millions, my friends
saying goodbye, my friends
saying goodbye.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS