I hear the cries of the innocent
I feel the pain of the broken few
their tears are like valleys of blood
running through humanity
These are the children
these are the brothers
these are the sisters
these are the mothers
these are the fathers
these are the forgotten few
who will die on the streets tonight
I hear the cries of the innocent
What a noble thought you entertain for the cries and pain of all who are going to die on the street that day! A brilliant poem!
It seems to me that it is usually the innocent who suffer rather than the guilty! Well said Dave.
This is the cry heard here, there, everywhere, but falls flat on deaf ears! !
This is happening in the poor neighborhood of the world! very sad situation!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope this sensitive, appealing poem evoking painful cries of those Innocent can reach the ears of all who should have heard them earlier! We sympathize with all Innocent people(s) and pray for their life improvement and peace everywhere!