Felt the Blade

If you've never stood at midnight
In a summer cotton field
You've never felt the sorrow
That such a field may yield.

And if you've never seen a fire
Lick up all a family's things
You've never felt the horror
That such a tragedy brings.

And if you've never seen a woman
That's been raped and brutalized
Then you've never felt the pain
That can be seen within her eyes.

And if you've never been at a grave
That's waiting to be filled
Then you've never felt the fear
Of those waiting to be killed.

And if you've never taken time
To see the darker side of life
Then you've never felt the blade
That slices like a knife.