Cry
Shed a tear for the lost boy,
His dreams filled with unrequited hope,
Flown and vroomed by an imaginative toy;
Eyes full, unjudging in his scope.
Mourn for the lonely girl,
No father to raise her up,
Nor mother to watch her twirl;
Solace poured into her doll’s teacup.
Lament for the man,
A stalwart frame lifting his sins with callous hands,
Begging to God a new path, a new plan;
Sipping mercy from tainted water of industrial lands.
Howl and bawl for the woman,
How she wakes from an unwanted encounter,
Too worried of society’s glare, too scared to be outspoken;
Dreams of love, and lovers, a mere voucher to discount her.
Now, smile, smile, and smile,
As we traverse the toils of today and tomorrow,
With sound belief that it is all worthwhile,
Our voices, that which rage together, shall blossom and grow.
