The Statue Cries Real Tears Poem by Raj Dronamraju

What a fatal idea
To cry, to think
To seek consolation in an art form

The hero is a representative of a sizeable minority
The hero in stone they schedule time to give praise to
Flowers and marching bands fight for space down front

"I must get out of here before I die" she says
Throwing open a window violently
One would almost think she's going to leave the house that way

And when she does go away for good
Leaving no way for anyone to get in touch with her
The statue is seen by those people who have to pass by that way

I thought I saw a hand move up to a face
I thought I saw eyes trying to shut tightly
Eyes that cannot hold back tears
Eyes that cannot hold back humanity despite its form