If Eyes Could Speak

I take a peace-filled hand,
And lay it with a knife,
I draw a banquet of treasure,
To take away the strife,

Then feel for a key,
To run streams of pain,
And carve the hands to a globe,
And alone I stare in vain,

Forsaken I see clear,
Of what I see tonight,
My creation of this place,
And creatures given sight,

Senses aroused by emotion,
I preach today an end,
Personal values remain broken,
And no finance left to spend,

Desire, lust and greed,
Inflict a certain war,
You shall destroy my world,
And the creatures not to sore,

So to teach you I fell numb,
But astounded you didnt care,
I left that place and ended,
What you thought would be there.