Waiting, Still Waiting

i have been to the place where dignity calls, heard the sounds of families running for cover. felt the pounding of guns, smelled the stench of bodies, watched men who hated theirselves in another. saw ghouls counting money stained by blood, saw priests counting bodies buried in mud. felt the sting of the lie, the cold inside empty. heard the groan of towns and burning cities. both broke outside and broken inside. where good men pray for the courage to die.... still the shout and the fury of freedom shakes... tis the hand that gives and the hand that takes. we are no more than the doubt and the ache... waiting, still waiting, for the storm to break! now who will lead and who will follow, the path of yesterday dont lead to tomorrow. the end of the world, the beginning of time. while the sheep are lost and the goats are blind. now the voices of children unborn crying, for the mother slain and the father dying. the howl of abandonment tears the sky, the stink of poverty perfumed by the lie. now the gods of men turn in disgust, while the souls of men crumble to dust.... still the shout and the fury of freedom shakes.... tis the hand that gives and the hand that takes. we are no more than the doubt and the ache... waiting, still waiting, for the storm to break!