I Speak Tears
My tongue is one of english's many offsprings,
but the bitterness of life has thought
me to speak the language of tears.
I learnt a language
that accurately express my despairs.
When I'm lost for words weeping is
my speech.
The tales of my pain reveal as I
fluently weep.
In the proximity of my voice you stood and let your ears consume my
pleas--
you heard my cry,
but you deny me your sympathy.
I built your pyramids and your bridges
for free
so I cry to you for you owe me charity
The good book said knock and it shall
be open
but I'm still standing behind close door.
The tears I speak is the language of
the poor.
I know the tears i cry will water my
smile,
and let my cheeks blooms with
laughter,
for they that sow in tears shall reap in
joy and live happily after.
Copyright © Adrian Robinson | Year Posted 2014
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