Trapped in the Gutters

I stand in the middle with the earth beneath my feet I hear the bullets pierce the silence of the dead I see the bridge where suffering and war meet I feel the country that once was called home I smell the fear when a riffle is near I stand in the middle with the earth beneath my feet I hear anger flood the streets I see hope burn in every fire I feel the dust of unlived years I smell desperation in the fallen tears I stand in the middle with the earth beneath my feet I hear the hesitation in every decision I see the deepest wish to softly die I feel the desire to quietly run I smell the pounding of every heart I stand in the middle with the earth beneath my feet I try in vain to erase the images I try in vain to sink into the bloody soil But there is no escape for any living soul So instead I will die of grief When my ears can no longer bear the sound When my eyes can no longer bear to witness And when my heart can no longer bear to withstand