Sometimes I cry too

So He has visited

man, destroyed

the words of wise men. Soulless

He echoes in the hollow emptiness,

within just formulas learned.

No empathy, no tears

he can not see, even though the runs

Among the human journey.

Stupidity sharpen the scythe,

because off all the good cut.

Where is mother, father, child

the daughter of the country, where cruelty

whip waving.

What are mirroring the father of the sea again,

when a woman was brutally raped,

and the girl can not peacefully grow

woman. He faces some

child marriage. right

Swords were implicated in the blood

before its time, and people

exploited on the streets fearful

leaping like wild brown hares.

Sometimes I cry myself, even though the

I thought that the know-how

a long time ago I lost.