A Soliary Scream. Poem by Graham Jones

I've seen the blood
And heard the screams
And they will haunt me all my life
Seen men that act inhuman
Surely tests my faith in Christ

I don't know if, or why or when
The world will put a spot
To all the filth and degradation
Now forced upon us
Like some huge malignant spot

Is there a point at which we see?
The depth of human misery
Or does it go on for all eternity?
To test all faiths beyond reality

Some lead a life of abject pain
Where relief is but a dream
Or will we end up like the painting
One single solitary scream.