The Tears I Cry Poem by Craig Mize

The tears that I cry is not for me,
so selfish I am not

With so much hurt and pain in the world,
on my knees I pray it stops.

People sick young and old,
Weak and brittle they lie in the bed

With their spirits broken and faith tested,
Soon they will be pronouced dead

Mothers crying, fathers dying,
Another mother-less child

Bullets flying, on the ground bodies lying
Man this world is so damn wild

Now its funeral homes and burier fields
That house so many of our peers

They lay six feet deep in that never-ending sleep
And you wonder why I cry these tears