I Cry, I Cry

I watched a flaming cross one night so late
While a church burned in the name of hate, and I cried

I saw a homeless person beg for subsistence
His pleas for help met with resistance, and I cried

I peered around while our young people fell
A disease called Aids put them through hell, and I cried

I witnessed a woman being viciously abused
I could had helped, but I turned and refused, and I cried

I looked on as a child is savagely molested
I shook my head at an act I detested, and I cried

I heard a bomb explode and many people die
Sadly, in the name of God, I asked why, and I cried

I saw another baby born addicted to drugs
Its mothers habits were met with a shrug, and I cried

I watched as a child died in a distant country side
Brutalized by a form of tribal genocide, and I cried

I slowly look around and feel the sadness
Of a world filled with unholy madness, and I cry

I cry, I cry, oh God! How I cry

I Cry, I Cry

Clifford L. Barnard