i am troubled... <br />lord, i am troubled. <br />i hear the cries <br />of starving children. <br />i feel the bombs, <br />burning up the night. <br />i smell poverty, <br />and i taste injustice. <br />i shudder at prejudice, <br />i write the prayers <br />of the forgotten... <br />and sign their names <br />on unmarked stones. <br /> <br />what have i done... <br />lord, what have i done? <br />with this life, <br />this path, this cross. <br />i feel guilty, <br />and i know their suffering. <br />i cant help but wonder, <br />what i could have done <br />to stop the flood. <br /> <br />i am troubled... <br />lord, i am troubled. <br />have i been silent for too long. <br />and have my words <br />fallen like ashes, <br />driven by the mongrel wind. <br /> <br />i am troubled... <br />lord, i am troubled!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-troubled/
