I Cry

I hear the cry of the children of the world, see their hunger, feel their pain.
I fall asleep at night hoping to lose myself in dream, but all I hear are children’s screams.
I try to close my ears and shut my eyes, but the sounds and sights seep through,
and I cry.

I think of babes in countries dying from diseases they can not comprehend or conquer.
I think of all the children being born into this world of chaos.
I feel for all the children who no one wants and the children who are abused,
and I cry.

I look around and see all the teens on the streets, pregnant, and on drugs.
I see runaways, prostitutes, and dope addicts.
I feel these young adults cry out for help for no one to answer,
and I cry.

I look around and see all the lonesomeness in the years of early adulthood.
I feel all the misunderstanding and hatred they feel.
I think of all the teens who will die at their own hands,
and I cry.

I hear the adults fo the world scream in anguish, not understanding the changing world.
I think of all the adults who are confused and distraught, who do not know where they are going or coming from.
I think of all the adults who are undergoing physical and mental change, and of those who are jealous of their young,
and I cry.

I reach into their minds to try to understand why they beat their children.
I try to comprehend why they commit adultry and murder.
I think of all the adults who break the rules of our society, the caught and the uncaught,
and I cry.

I hear the crys of the old asking questions that I can not answer.
I feel them reach out wanting to be young again, living in the past.
I think of those who are senile and confused at the actions of the people around them,
and I cry.

I feel for the old people who are pushed out to the streets.
I feel for those who are not respected or treated fairly.
I hear the sounds of death in this world,
and I cry,
and I cry,

I cry.