the shame

a million times i've looked at the tides, but never before have i found myself blinded, by the cold burning tears of anger and pity and shame, for lying before me is a tiny young life, ended by years of hatred and crime, killed by indifferent fanatic religious divides, they crept out of hiding and ran for their lives, too young for the fighting, too young to take sides, the hope for the future washed up there in the brine, it's important to note that the waters they choked in, were international, they'd pinned all their hopes on, the promise of freedom, the rumours of eden we gave, but the door you'd left open, you slammed in their face, i'm full of self loathing it's a common disgrace, as a world we did nothing but silently let them die, so tell me my friend does the future look rosy?, do you sleep well at night safe warm and cosy?, do you hope someone finds a solution overnight?, and tell me again how history repeats, and how we can learn from all our mistakes, how you'd like to help. but sadly your hands are tied, with racists and bigots running countries and business, no real religions just misguided misfits, it's business as usual towing the party line, how proud you must feel as you're cutting your deals, with arms manufacturers greasing the wheels, selling bullets and bombs to the men with guns. taking lives, so tell me again does the future look rosy?, do you sleep well at night safe warm and cosy, do you hope someone finds a solution overnight?, and tell me again how history repeats, and how we could learn from all our mistakes, how you'd like to help. but sadly you haven't the time