Weep

Weep When will you cry? Will you cry when they kill all your dreams or when the sun stops setting? Or when you cannot have kids, or when they cancel your wedding? Will it bring you to tears when there's another 911 or you get a bill from your overseers that makes you feel forlorn; Or when they whisper softly" there's something wrong with your newborn" Then will you cry? Will you cry when the poison from the food kills your body’s natural protection, and leaves you no longer immune? That is around the corner waiting and will be here soon; Doctors with "C" averages, taking out your body parts; Will you weep then? What will make you cry, what does it take to make you stand: Misdiagnosis? You are not exempt. Missing children or grandchildren, babies without bottles, missing; Vacuuming pedophiles body parts! When will you get sick of this manure? What will make you fight these horrors back? It happens to Jill and It happens to Jack... Perhaps you don't want to fight, perhaps You think it only happens to blacks, or browns, or poor whites; No, you don't want to fight, you feel exempt; But there's a tear out there waiting, it has your fingerprint! So keep on thinking it can’t happen to you nothing can affect you, you have it all sorted out, and life is not fair, but we are breathing the same air! So, if you think these conditions will only affect others; And you have your paper money tucked safely in the bank, you live in a different world.... so, you think! Again, I ask; What will make you fight, what will make you cry, When things come to the light... when things to the light? Your safety net has holes in it, you are slipping through the cracks, paper money is torn worthless, dried up trees! Life for others is not fair, your luck is running scarred; We are breathing the same air! When the lights come on There is nothing more to see, you knock but can't get in; Your names first on the list. Your money was not that long; The Kidney that you needed, went to one who had much more! Now you die from waiting, it is so aspirating, the playing fields not even; But now it is too late, you can no longer wait.... So, you Die.... And so, you Die!