The Good Men Project

I Weep


I weep for my childhood once found but now lost.

I weep for time gone by, sold at a cost.

I weep for the timid tattered boy I wanted to be.

I weep for failing again and again humanity.

I weep for the pain we inflict upon one another.

I weep for the unprotected, downtrodden brother.

I weep for those now dead and gone home.

I weep for those yet born wandering alone.

I weep for the gnashing of teeth of those in torment.

I weep for those judged by man, not God in their lament.

I weep for mothers and fathers, daughter and son.

I weep for the warriors who live by the gun.

I weep for those too ashamed to cry.

I weep for those who must live and die.

This post was previously published on www.steemit.com and is republished here with permission from the author.

Photo credit: Phillip Nelson

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