The Motherland Cries
The Mother-Land Cries.
The land bleeds.
From treasured seeds.
No Diamond grills,
from cut off limbs.
The poor-less fears.
''Blood, Sweat an Tears.''
The Hunger of pain,
screaming in vein.
With continued cries,
an lullaby's.
Of stories told,
but never unfold.
In a desperate speed,
of souls in need.
The Sun, has drowned,
in this part of town.
And the moon is hidden,
more than a mission,
on television.
The real world speaks,
In harmony,
with sympathy.
In sync,
with missing links.
with no one left,
confining itself.
In a matter of life an death.
A shepard's, shattered dream,
washing away, in the streams.
No cattle to feed.
Crippling the land.
Of silent sand.
A cry for help.
Too well kept.
Rendered thoughts,
an vivid souls,
traveling the distance,
of unfinished goals.
The beated Drum,
when no one comes.
The Mother-Land Cries,
there no denying...
The tears,
I hear,
In my ears.
Though out the night.
A Non-Stop flight.
Drifting through the sky,
When the whole world cry.
Piercing the goals,
Of heart an souls.
Still...
Yet, Un-Cut,
an bold.
By: Shi Ricks
@ copyright.
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