Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray03 Dec 2015


Under this night
a thousand voices cry out,
a thousand women weep,
a thousand men scream.

Far off,
people are dying
in countries beyond your knowledge
beyond your reach.

covers the face of the Earth
and all that seems to be
is pain.

And out of this
to kindle some light,
to keep the eyes on
the gateway between the clouds,

to feel
the angel unfold,
seeking to be free
from this suffering

seems to be all,
there is to do.