© Written by Shahid Abbas 2022 Our tears will never stop
I ask you
Yes, you

Are you the man who
feels the pain of that
old man in the street
wearing rags
His face speaks of a hard life
Strife, hunger and thirst,
his companions.

Lacking the beauty of
innocence of youth
His eyes are dry now
He has no more tears now
The crying days have
passed
He readies for home at
last

His body is worn
His heart broken and
torn apart by endless
injustice
Another friend daily
accompanying him

Oh he used to care
Oh how he placed
total faith in self
described leaders
Failures at every turn

He exhorts
Pay attention!
Believe less without
proof
Words are
meaningless without
acts

I cannot write about
the pain of others
Only my own
My eyes do not
deceive
I hear the cries of the poor
See the struggle of injured spirits
forgotten by
governments long
disbanded

It's our land
I implore!
Do not destroy it
Honor it as
Nature protects her
own

This is a test of your
behavior
Toward all God's
creatures
Great and small...