Weep
People weep
Children weep
we all have shed the tears of pain
we all reach out for the real love
to keep us from going insane
sometimes we find only hate
instead of finding the hope
which hate tightens to those
who can’t cope
Silent tears
seem to fall
more than just smiles
which don’t come at all
In this broken world
made of broken dreams
clouded with so much pain
nothing it seems to be the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(sigh) ... It's like a plague of locusts. Or an army of soldiers whose tears are like raindrops on their pillows. Or maybe this is the punishment those Jesus writers keep talking about.