If Only Tears Could Feed Them
have you ever went days without food?
long seemingly ceaseless nights
as you hear the rumble
(like thunder in small ears) of bellies not filled
these tears I shed are wasted
for they don’t feed the hungry
in all the mourning lies a bittersweet fruitlessness
with its empty anguish poured on solemn streets
though I cry tears anyhow….pouring hot from my lids
like tequila burns the throat of a boy
this sympathy is wasted….for they still go unfed
though at night I wail at the injustice of it all…
(a bit like shouting into a deafened wind)
all my sorrow for those poverty stricken
poor little children with swollen bellies
and big sad starving eyes rips and shreds at my heart
pounding like a raging river on my congested chest
as I strive for some peace from the rampaging agony
of each little life that is uselessly lost
(slipped to a bitter dust)
yet….they still go without food…..my wailing did not end this….
a big deep well of darkness uncoils and envelops me
yes I cry….I weep crocodile tears in my solitude
(fat lot of good that does)
shaking what are fragile fists toward a sky unfeeling
and less than listening to the plight of these unfortunate
who drown in their destitution ….
it takes souls and tatters them
shredding lives with a razor sharp machete
but….I am fed….aren’t I?
and all the lamenting is pointless….isn’t it?
if they still go another night hearing the rumble
of hollow stomachs and brick wall barriers….
these tears I shed are wasted……yet…I cry them anyway
if only tears could feed them…