there is no need to speak to me of hell..... <br />i hear the cries of women and children <br />dying in the bombing... <br />i feel the tears of mothers burying <br />their only sons. <br />i reel with the hunger, <br />of refugees and homeless families. <br />i hurt with the anger, <br />of the poor and desperate. <br />i can smell the failure, <br />that drives people over the edge. <br />i am imprisoned, <br />with those behind your bars... <br />speak not to me of hell, <br />but rather redemption and action...<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/speak-not-to-me-of-hell/
