Lamentation Of The Weak Poem by Abby Bilan

Weeping children of the nation
Sorrow of the poor
The people's temptations
Resisted by the wealth's rootless tours

Empty stomachs, outraging eyes
Greased skins, nothing nice
Lamentation of the weak
Burdens of the sick

Faraway hearts never bonded,
Never cheered, never sounded
Living testimonies of the weak
Voiced so silent as the wind's grief
That no one seeks
Dug by the shadows of freaks

Every streak of light
Is the creak of the mourning people
Treasures of grace never in sight
Deaf for the lamentation of the weak
Soft fists for remembering the angels' call

Like a willow by the lakeside,
Feared by the stiffness of the bamboo tree
That they, one day, may be brought down
By the lamentation of the weak