cold dark space

http://www.time.com/time/yip/2002/conflict/8.html

Oh, for a taste of bread
In this child’s hand
As casual as a sunny afternoon
Crumbling away

Black on white
Orphaned boy lost at sea
Black on white
Daddy, help me please

The sustenance of nations
The fuel of souls
Feeding this boy
Feeding upon hatred

Clenched in his fist
Cold stone under his bare feet
Stained with the sins of this world
Nurturing the most basic need

Black on white
Orphaned boy lost at sea
Black on white
Daddy, help me please

Consuming in his memory
Breathing in his death
Feeding the hatred
Breathing his breath

Black to white to black again
End to beginning to end
Supply the fire of this feud
Red shining through and through