Julia Shindel
We're Always Watching
We hover here, invisible to the eye;
The darkness shrouds us in the night.
From our home we observe the horror;
We shudder at the answer to our plight.
Sobs echo from mass to mass.
Blood flows through the streets, the stench of death.
A pleading cry to a deaf man's ear;
Disgrace in every step and every breath.
Why do creatures that see eye to eye,
Have so much developed hate?
So little warmth within their hearts,
What is to be their fate?
One being walks among them all,
His hands stained blood-red.
With hands raised, others follow in suit,
Feeding on those lies he said.
Such pain and misery,
A fool's mission
To hope for the end
Of this horrific division.
Farther and farther away,
The visions vanish from our eye.
We no longer see their miserable world;
One thought is on our minds.
We will return. We will try once more,
To seek hidden intelligence.
Within the four-footed creatures we have,
Found some exciting new relevance.
When we will hover, again returned,
To unlock the mysteries of this vast place.
One eye will watch the walking beings,
And hope for the end to this disgrace.
They might, once or twice, during a conflict hiatus,
Decide to look up into the light.
We'll see their evil faces and empty hearts of malice
Their red bands burning bright
Attention, be quiet, listen to me say
You beings are not alone.
For as you walk and live, we look on....
We're always watching.
We're always watching.