Labels:text | screenshot | font | black and white OCR: From the village of My Lai, To the deserts of Africa, You are there, but you look on. Five hundred lives for nothing, All victims of anger and rage, All dead, save one, a young girl, Who lives with her nightmares. Holding true innocence and grace, And nothing in their stomachs, The slow, needless death and pain, Of the world's children. What grief have they caused you? What sins have they committed, To make you look on, quiet, When the slaughter begins. Have the years clouded your eyes, From seeing the tradgedies? Have they dulled your ears, From the screams of pain? And yet, we worship and pray, To an all-powerful god, Who doesn't hear our pleas, Or see the pools of blood. Lover of mankind, Creator of the Universe, Bringer of Floods, Where are you? Copyright (c) 1992 Jared Boehm
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