Cry In The Night...

one last drink, and a cobblestone prayer, a hat creased by dreams, boots made of flesh. nickels and dimes, revolution and light. while shadows dance, amid cobwebbed desires.. and the sparrow's lament, mourns over buildings lost. over lives soon forgotten, over hunger and loss. while the faces of children, burned into the grain. to the words of a god, forgotten by name! now liberty's nails, rust beneath the load. bodies piled on bodies, under circling crows. and justice lies beaten, stripped in the alley. while confusion reigns, and indifference shouts! who am I? ... you ask, with threatening pose. while the stink of your fear burns books in the night... i am the voice of your heart, the dignity of your soul. i am the cry in the darkness, that bears your name!