Our world cries out in sorrow again
People dying on lonely streets
And blood is shed and spirits crushed
It seems that history repeats.
Would that we could see the truth
Of all that’s good within our sight
That we would see our own great wealth
And help to ease another’s plight.
If we could see and do all that
And in ourselves we understood
Would we not find ourselves at peace
And know at least we’d done some good.
©Joe Wilson – The world cries…2014