These times are just crying
Full of tears from the clouds
Every smile now low-lying
Among the streets passing crowds
Feelings deep as dark wood
Every moment in slippery going
For the hate is not understood
Of the coming and unknowing
Peaceful demonstrations died
When shadows fell from the sky
Children lay there alongside
Mutilated and with tears in eye
These times are just crying
Nowhere peace around to find
Efforts wasted in each trying
Love and equality all left behind
Where’s love and where’s hope
What has brought this darker site?
Into hours of ill forsaken grope
That wings of hate have trite
Feelings deep as dark wood
And people losing their freedom
Rages and times of orphanhood
Life forward steps so worrisome
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