I cry
I cry for the lonely and the weak
I cry for the people without a means to speak
I cry for the girl who lost all of her friends
I cry for the children whose pain never ends
I cry for the inflicted, the addicted, and the dying
I cry for the children living in fear
Who lost a parent while protecting those things we all hold dear.
I cry the young who are sick, and for the unborn
I cry for a world that has been torn
apart by war, racism, oppression, bigotry, and violence
I cry for those who work in silence
with little to show and hungry mouths to feed
The unloved, the abandoned, and those in need
I cry for those who believe in the lies
of false promises and the lure of an easy prize.
I cry for those who need comfort when they are kicked down
I cry for mankind. I cry for freedom. I cry for healing those who are lost and need to be found.
Sick poem Joe
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