O Heavens, I Cry

O heavens, open your eyes, Read my sad penned story, Written before and after my foot prints, Open your eyes, O heavens, See my tears falling down Streaming to rivers of violent waters, Eroding bridge walls in freedom search O heavens, look down Not beneath where all is concealed But see the insanities that engulf our existence And left our souls to wander the abyss of Tartarus Below is the earth, O heavens, Drinking on the blood of children Slain by the sword of democracy And eatern by the vultures of politics O heavens, before your sight The children stand naked in sorrow Their flesh bruised by the fathers' iniquities And their minds soaked in the lies of the council, Above and above, O heavens, Listern to the voice singing below Hear the pain from mama's heart As swords are sharpened by the fathers' pride And the call is for the bullet to sound O heavens of Gods Here the harp strings are broken Listern the music rhythm is lost In the chaos of their minds and souls Fathers dance to the sounds of death The earth is blind Nude she walks around Miserable and wretched And she knows not her shame.