A Tombstone In My Eye

Poem By Wojja Fink

I’ve got tombstones in my eyes
My tears they feel like gravel
I see death upon the streets
Of every road I travel
I see mothers torn with grief
Fathers numb with pain
Children killing children
And they swear they're not to blame..

I see blood inside of news print
Blood on TV screens
Hearts all lost in anger
Killers in their teens,
The lonely Good Samaritan
You don’t hear of anymore
He’s been replaced with banknotes
But everybody’s poor

I’ve got tombstones in my eyes
Tears burn my hollow jowls
The band plays out of tune
The conscience how it howls,
The prisons overflowing
Children line the halls
The nights are filled with terror
When the undertaker calls.

I’ve got tombstones in my eyes
The tears fall in vain
The coffins fill up daily
They bear unending pain
Love has closed its eyes
Speech has turned to greed,
The music's tuned to horror
It makes the heart now bleed.

I've got tombstones in my eyes
Tears now they plead
To ask the one and only,
Lord please tell us what we need.

Comments about A Tombstone In My Eye

Murder for gain, for lust, for power and saddest of all in the name of religion, these are what surround us each day names and places may change but not the basic equation. Very true, what you say, our heart it bleeds and pleads with God to give us the blessing of love towards man and God and tolerance above all. Beautiful poems you write, John, which touch the heart and reach the soul!
I like this :) and it is so very true.
I love this one it's so beautiful, very deep and well written
really nice...would make a good song...kinda has that Dylan feel to it...
A 'painful' beauty of a poem.....Disturbing memories and unfortunate tombstones. Keep writing my friend. Cheers. Subroto

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