My eyes have seen what you have not
A simple scene of war's old plot
Tears of children without a home
People rebuilding and those who roam
My eyes are weary and full of shame
Tired and bleary but they are not to blame

My ears have heard what you have not
The horrible sounds of war's evil lot
Crying of children explosions abound
The weeping of those dying all around
My mind is weary and full of shame
I'm tired and dreary but I'm not to blame

My hands have held what you have not
Things that man has forever sought
A child's hand with warm smile
The one I love for quite a while
My hands are weary no longer full of shame
But we all wonder who is to blame

Written: 08 February 2000