A Lament
...Can you stop my
tears?
Can you take away my
fears?...
Everyday I cry
Everyday I try
To make a sense of it all
And see the height
above the wall,
Yet I see nothing there
So I resume my crying
here!...
Life is so unjust
To me it has given dust
To others it gave gold
So much that I need not
to be told.
Am I suffering for a
crime
Which my fathers had
done before time?
Or is it my little sins
That is giving me these
in milk tins?...
Help is the greatest of
my needs
Cos every second my
heart bleeds
From the agony of my
situations
Which has been for
generations!...
So out of my teary eyes
Bringing out streams of
waters cold as ice!
I look up to heaven
Which they say
numbers seven
And cry aloud
As much as my croaky
voice allowed...
...Can you stop my
tears?
Can you take away my
fears?...
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