I began a journey And I saw a man A poor man He asked of me but crumbs I threw them to the wind He asked of me but water I spit upon him He asked of me shelter I told him to seek the trees He asked of me compassion I laughed at his pleas He turned to me for truth I lied He begged me for warmth I turned away Finally he screamed at me for peace So for peace of mind I killed him I continued on my journey I saw the riches of kings In the houses of gods And kings with the sorrows of peasants I crossed many a war of Land or love And the many casualties they caused I watched the husbands Torment as their homes were burned And their women raped Because men glory in death I saw pain of life and Lives of pain And slowly my heart Was filled With sorrow With warmth And with compassion I began my journey home I saw an old man A man I had killed So many years ago I asked him for forgiveness And this he gladly gave It was all he had to give ©KKM