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Burma N’su (Men Don’t Cry)
I held a Mother in my arms,
tears of mournful abandon,
Watching as she passed to paradise.
I heard a Father’s breath of silence;
His silver cord too, shredded.
Oh my soul!
We have been force fed a lie;
That real men don’t cry?
for it is written;
“and Jesus wept.”
A son shouldn’t search such unsearchable sorrow...
But it's right that children bury their parents,
Not the other way around, a painful truth;
our caretaker's are now in the ground.
How long before sunshine’s healing rays
Dissipate this institute of grief?
When will the Son rise?
(G-d have mercy on us all.)
~ © Qwey.ku
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