As I walk this land I see a great many things.
I walk the fields of the wester plains, and see great atrocities that have been inflicted on a race of people.
I walk in the in the twisted steel jungle, and feel a great heavy foot bearing down on those with so little.
I look for a place of tranquility, and there are none too be found.
I look for children, and yet there are only small adults.
I look for the kindness in my bother's heart, and it is filled with greed and decent.
I listen for the sounds of joy, I only can hear the moans of despair.
I speak the name of the Lord , and I'm shunned.
After it is all said and done,I think to my self, How
far have we really come....?
By: Brady Smith 09/20/95
Copyright 95 BS