Scorching tears stung their way down burning cheeks. Trembling self, aching mind, these were tears for all the wrong in the world. Me, I cried last night.
I cried for all the destruction and corruption that plagues each continent, each city and everyone’s homes. Where there is no peace and man walks proud turning each life over his portly shoulders. No refuge from the protesting souls, no telling where each one’s politics is headed.
I cried for all the illiterateness that crowds over 700 million worldwide, they do not know any better and wade through life being exploited. They stand to command when they have no common knowledge of rights, no clue of what each day’s newspaper reads. Choosing losing battles, they continue to live poorly and eat from barren lands.
I cried for the diseased, those sickly ones and their families. They plead and search for cures, they hold on to the sickly with aching hearts, gripping every last thread of hope. Hoping their son will sit strong again, hoping their lives will be like in the 80’s again, hoping to be able to smile again.
I cried for all the crime that lurks in everyone’s back garden, in all dark alleys and in twisted, evil minds. The unsafe world that this has become, chances are that each and every soul would have a story to tell.
I cried for the lack of humanity that sits conceited on every other man’s brow. Those fallen souls who thrive on disrupting a fellow man’s home, whose minds that successfully shut out the interference of emotion; they are the ones who laugh at their brother’s misfortune. Pretentiously considering himself as king of the world, he knows not how tiny a speck of dust he really is.
I cried for the deceased who have travelled upwards and into the heavens. Who left families behind, and sorrows that will only be forgotten in time. And as the sorrows fall one by one, it will be the joyous moments that will linger still.
With my head held low and tears in my eyes, there is no saying where life is headed. We look ahead, prayer on our tongues.
I cried for all the destruction and corruption that plagues each continent, each city and everyone’s homes. Where there is no peace and man walks proud turning each life over his portly shoulders. No refuge from the protesting souls, no telling where each one’s politics is headed.
I cried for all the illiterateness that crowds over 700 million worldwide, they do not know any better and wade through life being exploited. They stand to command when they have no common knowledge of rights, no clue of what each day’s newspaper reads. Choosing losing battles, they continue to live poorly and eat from barren lands.
I cried for the diseased, those sickly ones and their families. They plead and search for cures, they hold on to the sickly with aching hearts, gripping every last thread of hope. Hoping their son will sit strong again, hoping their lives will be like in the 80’s again, hoping to be able to smile again.
I cried for all the crime that lurks in everyone’s back garden, in all dark alleys and in twisted, evil minds. The unsafe world that this has become, chances are that each and every soul would have a story to tell.
I cried for the lack of humanity that sits conceited on every other man’s brow. Those fallen souls who thrive on disrupting a fellow man’s home, whose minds that successfully shut out the interference of emotion; they are the ones who laugh at their brother’s misfortune. Pretentiously considering himself as king of the world, he knows not how tiny a speck of dust he really is.
I cried for the deceased who have travelled upwards and into the heavens. Who left families behind, and sorrows that will only be forgotten in time. And as the sorrows fall one by one, it will be the joyous moments that will linger still.
With my head held low and tears in my eyes, there is no saying where life is headed. We look ahead, prayer on our tongues.
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