I saw some people starving There was murder, there was rape Their villages were burning They were trying to escape I could not meet their glances I was staring at my shoes It was acid, it was tragic It was almost like the blues. (Leonard Cohen)

I saw some people starving There was murder, there was rape Their villages were burning They were trying to escape  I could not meet their glances I was staring at my shoes It was acid, it was tragic It was almost like the blues.  (Leonard Cohen)