I WANT TO CRY
I want to cry
Reprieve from incessantly asking why
The burdens I carry on my shoulders,
Diminish my path’s view, to nothing but boulders.
I want to cry.
Could the tears wash away sorrow?
Relieve the past with a simple sigh?
Where is youth’s determination? Where can I find hope for tomorrow?
I watch the world crumble around
Visions slain, goals no longer abound.
People freely abuse each other
Call life a game to justify how they smother.
Witnessing I see dis-ease used as a tool
The perpetrators manipulate, trying desperately to rule
They are stuck in their delusions of separation
I pray not to be around for the karmic payback of their creation
Is it so tough for us to accept and love ourselves?
Have we, as a society, relegated “I’m OK” to a book on the shelves?
How can it even be someone’s imagining, their druthers?
To think lying or blame, elevates their status in the eyes of others?
I'm OK - more than a book...
If you too have felt jostled as if a pawn,
In the seeds of destruction, another has spawn,
Treated with no value, no respect – with true disdain,
If your shoulders are heavy, your heart in deep pain,
Come cry with me.
Together, understanding the power of true unity, we will see
If our tears can, to any degree, wash away sorrow
Allowing light and compassion, for a hopeful morrow.