Hear The Saints

This is the scene we live in everyday, but yet find cumulative reasons and lies to live through it every single day. There are people who raise alarms now and then on issues about our twisted existence in this cruel world. And now, i guess it is time we Hear Those Saints.


 HEAR THE SAINTS


There are people in the city streets on the run,
There are homes that have come undone,
Hopes are falling to the ground,
Hearing drowned in the screams for a lost one. . . . .

 

Children stretch out their crippled arms,
Pinching alms on these roads we have paved,
Should I pass a dollar or should I lend a hand?
Or should I wait for them to be saved?

There are tears from the weak falling to the dust,
From the deeds of the cruel one's lust,
Help them, they cannot see,
Someone help them, they are not able to breathe. . . . .




These shores are full of hatred,
Even the prodical sons have their hands stained,
I see them steering clear to the roads of never-mind,
Doesn't bother them the smell or the sight of the sign,

The stench of blood flowing in their own atmosphere. . . . .

Rods of pain thrust deep under the skin,
The axis of anguish wielding blades of sin,
Moves the wheels of hatred with grace,
Axing out rival, truth without a trace!!

Hear the saints, they weep for us,
They weep for the lost and unsaved,
Hear the saints, they call to us,
They call to free the enslaved!

Come with me, lets bring hope home,
Its hard for me to stand alone,
So come with me, lets bring love home,
Lets remove these seeds of pain we have sown. . . . .

- Jeswyn m.