Tears of the Saints

More pains and, we are all gone! More troubles; we would all perish! More sorrows; we would all vanish! More agony; we would all died! More misery; the tears would flow more! No one to fix our circumstances in the world, No one could be trusted with trust The church have forsaken love and mercy Schools have become cruel than before; Cupping their illicity act in a helpless cupboard Where men, women, and boys and girls, Reveil their nakedness to the empty koboless sun. The mosque have been an enemy of the enemies Mouthless humans walking in the worker's guilt. The saints wept at the call of weakness of humanity, Whose ageless mouth can cripple the sorrow of Want and needs in the young mountains Humans roam the street armlessly for injustice, This call for an emergency, this call for a look out, Our emotions are Consumed by desperation and fear built illed wall edges around our weakness. Motherhood disappointed at birth in the theatre, Broken homes, prisoned legs; wagging toothless eyes. There are tears from the saints' eyes of the lost and the unsaved; crying for them to come back home. In fear, hell is bold and powerful at the madness in methods. n turbulence; our love fire up the calmness of our being. When we release our hold; thousand walls fall amidst tears. Troubles flow and fight our form of livelihood. There are tears from the saints eyes, there floid of sorrow from the eyes of the saints for the lost and the unsaved; crying for them to come back home.