Tears We Cry Poem by David N. Munene

Tears we cry, tears we cry
Sometimes tears Kalahari dry
Tears we cry, tears we cry

For others many tears
In us for us many fears
For us we haven't tears

Their aches hurt so
But our heartaches hurt too
Why then do we for theirs cry so?

Mine tears don't for me flow
Tears for they my mind blow
Like a virgin turn whore

Went to a funeral
Of a relation to my fellow
How my heart felt hollow

In my gran'pa's requiem
I cried, but not a single scream
Friends spiced my cry like cream

We have wells for their tears
And deserts for our fears' tears
Tears we cry, for they that we cry