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.
Copyright © Darren J Mcmurray | Year Posted 2008
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