On The Road To Gethsemane

on the road to Gethsemane... i pass burned out buildings, farm lands scorched by the bombing. i pass the skeleton bodies of young children who starved. i pass the unmarked graves, of young boys sent to war. i pass the flag of the liars, and the tents of mourning. i pass vacant factories, and houses left empty. i pass through cocaine streets, where all flesh is for sale. i pass the unemployed masses, and their desperate eyes. i pass the baby born unwanted, and the prison's stink. i pass empty churches, and hollow ringing bells. i pass families broken, and peoples enslaved. i pass the moral guns of prejudice, rank with immorality! i pass the crippled, the sick, and those desperately alone... these tears of blood are human tears, this cross we all bear!