Who Will Cry for Them?
Who Will Cry was inspired by CK Love’s FB entry July 23-16 re: she can’t write just now because she mourns the state of the world and all the disastrous news about killings etc, and she “cries” for them (paraphrased).
She writes: “Who will cry for those who are hated for no good reason. That haunts me.”
Her name says it all. We should all have names that spell love.
A hungry orphan in ragged clothes,
Her face dirt stained and streaked with tears,
Her life is but a walk of woes,
Each step she takes brings more fears,
Who will cry for her?
Who will cry for them?
Who will cry for those who hated are
For no good reason, no cause at all?
Who will cry for stranded migrants?
Who will cry for those who die at sea
Trying to escape a war? And who will cry
For the wounded whose families are dead
And buried in the rubble of a bombed-out house?
Who will cry?
And for those abandoned by the wayside,
Too weak to carry on and hated for their weakness,
Who will cry?
Who will cry?
These people haunt my soul, I crave to help,
I wish I could find a way to stay their pain
And suffering. But for now, their images
Sear my sight and I can no longer work
For crying for their plight, so helpless
Do I feel. Pray for them. Cry for them.
Who will cry for unsung heroes
Who struggle on a shoestring,
Whose prospects have sunk to zero
And to hope they no longer cling?
Who will cry for them?
And for those who are ignored
And shuffled to the background,
Hated just because eyes have bored
Into their unloved presence, hatred all around,
Who will cry for them?
Who will cry for those who hide inside the shadows
Because they have been hurt, afraid to come out,
Frightened of the hate not earned as stumbling blocks
On others’ paths to grandeur?
Who will cry for them?
Broken Spirits: Who will cry?
Broken like a fractured verse,
No chance a good life to rehearse,
Cast aside irrelevant,
Considered to be nothings,
Who will cry?
For the single mother raped, abandoned,
Working two jobs and more to feed her child
With no one at all for her to stand in,
Ravished by emotions wild?
Who will cry for them?
The poor, the scrubbers, the forgotten ones,
Who will cry for them?
And the crippled kids in far off lands
The little children, bags of bone,
Who will cry for them?
Or those who huddle in a broken bungalow
Squatting there for shelter, stealing garbage food,
Those whose lives have sunk so low
And hated for their presence,
Who will cry for them?
I will cry for them
I will cry for you, my friend,
I will cry for you because…
These people haunt my soul, I crave to help
I wish I could find a way to stay their pain
And suffering. But for now, their images
Sear my sight and I can no longer work
For crying for their plight, so helpless
Do I feel. Pray for them. Cry for them.
Yes,
I will cry for you, my friend, I will cry for you,
When you are down and feeling out, I will cry for you.
When you are abused, rejected, ill or sad, I will cry for you.
What’s more, my friend, you’ll have my hand,
Together we will form a band of companionship
And forge new ways of love and close friendship.
And when you’re strong again and need no crutch
I know you’ll pay my kindness forward on
And form a new bond here, a new bond there,
And spread it on and on and on…
And may it be that good folks be like good gods be
And band together to good deeds do wherever bad things they see.
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