The New Tears
Tears were the language
they once use to speak
of their pain.
Their ravenous memories
have a tendency of feeding
on the flesh of the rain.
Vines of inhumanity and
injustice grow wild and
intertwine
around the tables of
their minds
clock wasn't made to tell the
tales of good time.
Tears become a unspoken
language because they
Bond their lips with ribbons
of silence and swear not to cry
any more but
the evident of Silence later
broken into intangible pieces
as they start to hum out
their pains.
Humming later become their
New tears
They Hummmmmmmmm and
Hummmmmm with a tones
agony
and Their voice congregate and
But yet to shake the great wall
of sympathy.
The earth inhabited by their
rebellious humming that
frequently
climbs the steers of the air.
They hum and hum until
humming
become a pillow-soft-melody on
every tongues of the poor.
Copyright © Adrian Robinson | Year Posted 2014
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