Where Is The Light (part 1)...

The days are dark and gloomy, The sun has Lost its shine. The poet has no words and the minstrels Have lost their voice. The people are angry and lost, their children Go hungry and they whine. The leaders are cowards who hide in the tower And cry they had no choice. Where, where is the light we were promised? They cry from their bloodied knees. Where, where is the harvest guaranteed? They howl and they plead. Will no one save us, will no one rescue us? Will no one mend and bind our brokenness?