Weeping... (Betrayed)

weeping... i know the sound, the feel, the taste. the deep intensity of storm laden skies. the grey dust on the building vacant. the stink of human flesh, when hunger ripens into need. the death of oil tainted water, and smoke choking out the air. the sudden take of violence, seems reason never justifies. the cold clank of chains, the sobbing dirt of endless fields. the baby gasping for life in a room designed by hate. the old woman dying on a makeshift bed, rats running across the floor. the old man left alone, to read books that resemble life. the church empty, the alleys full, the eyes staring at the ground in the unemployment line. the hand too poor to be touched, the body too old to be loved. the jack-o-lantern face of god, in a world too stoned to know. the rope hanging from the ceiling, the silence when words run out... weeping... time betrayed by the hands of death!