Wicked Crying
At a time of wicked crying when our disappointment's there.
There's an anger building in our hearts demanding we don't care.
That a man could harm another for the chance to feed inane
for the shaming of another with no consequence of blame.
That the truth remains as hidden for the shame they claim was not
that their lives go on unspoken for their crimes they made uncaught.
Where they robbed you of your time for their chance to be as bought
with their dreams of being your brother for a life they chose as sought.
That they all contain a falsehood that no one has payed as much
where they say you're all as worthless as their lies have said as much.
when we all must take their actions as the words they claim for us
when we listen to them deftly for their time to end their fuss.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2019
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