Black Flags are flowing
In the news;
inked in
or Not
The pulp slashes
Across my seared consciousness:
What say my heart for those
Who perish?
What Say My Heart
For Those Who Cry?
Peevishly My Heart responds,
in ****** Tears,
As in a nightmare:
Weep all the tears
For the Motherless Children,
Weep All the Tears
For The Buried Child...
Weep For Yourself, And Not Without Shame,
Weep For Humanity And
Mankind
As it Slowly Dies...
Weep for Those
Whose Vibrant
Life You Adore.
Weep Not For The Cruelly Weak
Who, Knowingly,
inflicts
such
Inordinate pain.
J Eduardo Ramos©
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
Black Flags are flowing
In the news;
inked in
or Not
The pulp slashes
Across my seared consciousness:
What say my heart for those
Who perish?
What Say My Heart
For Those Who Cry?
Peevishly My Heart responds,
in ****** Tears,
As in a nightmare:
Weep all the tears
For the Motherless Children,
Weep All the Tears
For The Buried Child...
Weep For Yourself, And Not Without Shame,
Weep For Humanity And
Mankind
As it Slowly Dies...
Weep for Those
Whose Vibrant
Life You Adore.
Weep Not For The Cruelly Weak
Who, Knowingly,
inflicts
such
Inordinate pain.
J Eduardo Ramos©
