© Written by Shahid Abbas 2022
Our tears will never stop I ask you Yes, you Are you the man who feels the pain of that old man in the street wearing rags His face speaks of a hard life Strife, hunger and thirst, his companions. Lacking the beauty of innocence of youth His eyes are dry now He has no more tears now The crying days have passed He readies for home at last His body is worn His heart broken and torn apart by endless injustice Another friend daily accompanying him Oh he used to care Oh how he placed total faith in self described leaders Failures at every turn He exhorts Pay attention! Believe less without proof Words are meaningless without acts I cannot write about the pain of others Only my own My eyes do not deceive I hear the cries of the poor See the struggle of injured spirits forgotten by governments long disbanded It's our land I implore! Do not destroy it Honor it as Nature protects her own This is a test of your behavior Toward all God's creatures Great and small...