I Cry Poem by Tlholohelo Ramatlhape

I Cry



I cry, not because my hope is gone
I cry for those who can not cry for themselves
Whose strength is gone from hunger, and
Whose throats are dry with thirst

I cry, not because I am empty
I cry for those whose hearts are empty
Whose will to survive has been snatched away
Whose reason for living is no longer clear

I cry, but not because I am ungrateful
I cry for the poverty stricken
For the widows and orphans
I cry for the countries torn apart by war and greed

I cry, not because I cannot make a difference
I cry because of the suffering I see each day
I cry for the women who can’t nurse their babies
And the fathers who cannot feed their sons

I cry, not because the world has come to an end
I cry for those who’ve lost their way
For the youth who have turned to crime
Who have let greed rule their lives

I cry not because of what I see
I cry because of what I do not see
For the lack of equality and peace
The abundance of pain and disease
The death of a nation of lions reduced to a pile of bones

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