Written In Human Blood Poem by Eric Cockrell

i heard you crying...
i dont know your name....
i can almost see your face,
can feel the warmth of your tears.

i felt your hunger,
twisting at my gut,
sharpening my stony glance,
and the set of my jaw.

i was driven by your lostness,
walking forever going nowhere.
with no beginning and no end,
no country, and no home.

i was angered by your scars,
could name each and every bruise.
i walked inside your chains,
in the darkness of the fog....

yet i found that still small light,
the fire that cannot be quenched.
the book of freedom in your soul....
written in human blood.....

yours, and mine!