I CRY,I CRY,I CRY

Written by: Richard Palmer

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.....