I Cry,I Cry,I Cry

I cry,not the tears of joy,I cried when our athletes rompt the Olympics, I now cry,tears of anger,tears of disgust, Tears,enough to drown the wicked,heartless people living among us, I cry tears of astonishment,tears of mis-trust, So many great lives, disappearing from among us, I cry,not with fear,but with revenge on my mind, the taste of blood in my mouth, Cherisher's of life,lets take back Jamaica, east to west,north to south, I cry for the weak, time to be strong, Stop entertaining senseless killers, walking with them hand in hand, I cry because these killers have not given our children the chance to grow old, Their lives snuffed out,before reaching their goals, I cry with the intention of washing, this senseless killing away, Cry,cry with me Jamaica,cry with me Poetry Soup.....