It's Not Raining - Poem by Cambridge Keenan
'Hi there, it is cloudy here and raining', he said.
'What's it like where you are? ' he inquired.
' It is not raining was my reply, '
' The earth is weeping I tried to explain, '
'Is there something wrong that happen today? ', he caringly searches my part.
'The earth is weeping and her tears soak my heart '.
An American Officer looses two men,
His only relative, a son of tweleve awaits word from his dad.
Sad news is in the air, and it's bad.
Korea and Iran add more dispair,
To the ears of the soldier and son waiting there.
'Will our soldiers ever come home? ' I plead,
As I hear the news, more disaster I read.
'What's happening to our world? , I beg his knowledge to share
' Very bad things are happening all around, ' he cared.
' The earth is weeping, her tears soak my heart, ' say I
' Is that sorta poetic he asks in reply? '
Bullet proof vests are being designed for school children to don,
Will they also have protective head gear on?
Will thier innocent faces be veiled in armor,
Will thier eyes be hidden Mr. Plamer?
The earth she is weeping, her tears soak my heart.
I am lost in a world without knowng my part.
A teenage girl, beauty of life, sparkling as the sun,
A gang rape, pictures plastered online of some sick freaks idea of fun,
Her innocence stolen and betrayed, now a prisoner of unrest,
Sucide called her name and she answered its door,
Another teen gone and what for?
Her abusers run free, they laugh and play,
It's not suppose to be this way!
It is not raining, the earth she is weeping kind Sir.
A child of four picks up a gun and shoots his friend of six,
He laughs and giggles at the amazing new trick,
But wait he cries and screams in fear,
Why does his friend not rise and cheer.
In a white box, he wonders why, his friend is going,
Did not say goodbye,
Just fell right asleep and won't wake up. Why?
It isn't raining today kind Sir,
The earth she is weeping, her tears soak my heart
Something is wrong and I feel sad,
Something is wrong and I feel mad.
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