Man

Tonight I heard a child’s scream Floating on a silent cloud Could be a dream, but not A lonely child dies again by the hand of man. Yet another cloud drifts in Dripping the tears of the oppressed These tears of nonexistence Drift into nothingness. I stare in bewilderment, this wondrous sight As the sky above me fills with the stories of life Overbearing to be grasped The many untold ungodly acts of man. How could this come to be Fiendish humans of natural evils Be it woman or man Or the shared failure in the garden. Too many cries I hear Floating on these passing clouds A child has died in the arms of his mother His sister raped by his mother’s lover. I wish for the sun in this moment A ray of hope of sorts Peace to find me a moment’s grace Or a hole to hide from man. So many little ones dieing Soaked by the tears of life An umbrella to cover the ground above This grave I choose to live.