Cry

• Artist: Eponishta
• Description: This poem I wrote when I was really depressed about some things in my life. It kept bubbling to the surface until I finally had to let it out.
  
• Date: 03/30/2009
• Tags: epona eponishta poetry

Weep for the generation who is not,

For the generation that will not be.

Weep for them mothers, sisters, Fathers, brothers

Mourn their loss land and sea.



O that we could only see the blood covers our lands...

Blood from our sin, hidden in the cold darkness.

Forgetfulness will not erase truth,

Nor will it bring back the ones we have sent to death alone.



Though we stop up our ears and turn away our eyes

We still hear their cries and see their pitiful begging.

Though we turn away from them, and harden our heart,

We know they are still there, waiting for us to glance back again.

Waiting for us to remember our honor.



But their blood accuses us of our sin.

Their blood fills our nostrils and covers our hair.

We cannot breath for the thickness of it over the land.

Nor do we admit the honest truth...

They died at our command, our wish to slience their beating hearts.

The guilt lies solely with us. We are guilty of their deaths.



Let the God be merciful upon us, who have shown no mercy.

Let the dead not accuse us too broadly of our crimes

Let us be lulled to sleep by the idea of safety.

And let us mourn for those who are not,

Cry for the generation who is not...

Those who were murdered by our selfishness

Our brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters.

Comments

[Kitten254]

u should name it tears of blood instead of cry.......it would sound for true to the poem.....

[Venieberry]

I can really relate to the sadness. It's very well written and thought out.

[Greywillows Daughter]

Its a little sad, but I like the way it flows