CRY, OH LORD, OUR COUNTRY (poem)

CRY, OH LORD, OUR COUNTRY

I stand with iron fist
pumping in air

CRY, OH LORD, OUR COUNTRY

tears of despair
trickle down cheeks of innocent children

WHAT ABOUT THEM?

what about the hunger of their minds,
attempting to understand?
man
almost blind and guilty by
being born
man

CRY, OH LORD, OUR COUNTRY

immune to nothing
they stand with shallow breaths
confused and misguided
or unguided
as we
man
strive and stride
without them

WHAT ABOUT THEM?

CRY, OH LORD, OUR COUNTRY

place guns in children’s hands
so they can defend themselves

WHY NOT?

we are so preoccupied with those
we think are spying on us
lying on us
mistrusting ourselves
digging our own
sleeper holes

WHAT ABOUT THEM?

selfishness taking over the wheel
leaving tire tracks on the children's back

CRY, OH LORD, OUR COUNTRY

they fight a losing battle
from the first wail they produce
from their mother's womb

crying, wailing, crying

hungering and thirsting
for the path
which WE have not laid

CRY

OH LORD

OUR COUNTRY

for the children will not
be
saved


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