Bleeding Tears.
Weep no more
Cover your sore.
Don't let them know
It pains you so.
You have cried for too long
But I know that you are strong.
Oh! My cup is bitter!
Wake up from your nightmare
And let others share
Of your innocence lost
But bestial satisfaction of their lust
Oh! My flesh is weak!
What madness, what depravity
What sickness, what insanity
Could have led you to kill
Make activity become still?
Oh! Even meek Azzo became a victim!
But arise o my Sierra Leone!
You are not alone!
Rip up your mourning garments
Receive the sacraments
God will return!!!!!!!
Copyright © Melvin Beckley | Year Posted 2009
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