My Pain

My eyes fountain As i muster up to our nations mountain This fact i ascertain But no pleasures i entertained. My eyes fountains For the waif My voice wails for the poor Sleeping in cold on bare floor. My eyes fountain For the orphans Whom sweat became their daily bread whom pain becomes their dinner gown. My eyes fountain For the homeless Those who are truly hopeless Those whose time are less. I wail for our drown economy No more peace nor harmony No sweet cuddles, no honey No one to dry our tears, this is not funny. This is my pain Like dark ache its upon my spine the nation is drunk with wine In regret we now dine. My eyes fountain For now 3 square meal is not square balanced diet is no longer balanced Vitamins can no longer be gotten through our VITAL MEANS. I give my voice in prayer My tears i offer in supplication Lord please let your Kingdom Come WE PRAY LET IT COME, LET IT COME.