The Motherland Cries

The Mother-Land Cries. The land bleeds. From treasured seeds. No Diamond grills, from cut off limbs. The poor-less fears. ''Blood, Sweat an Tears.'' The Hunger of pain, screaming in vein. With continued cries, an lullaby's. Of stories told, but never unfold. In a desperate speed, of souls in need. The Sun, has drowned, in this part of town. And the moon is hidden, more than a mission, on television. The real world speaks, In harmony, with sympathy. In sync, with missing links. with no one left, confining itself. In a matter of life an death. A shepard's, shattered dream, washing away, in the streams. No cattle to feed. Crippling the land. Of silent sand. A cry for help. Too well kept. Rendered thoughts, an vivid souls, traveling the distance, of unfinished goals. The beated Drum, when no one comes. The Mother-Land Cries, there no denying... The tears, I hear, In my ears. Though out the night. A Non-Stop flight. Drifting through the sky, When the whole world cry. Piercing the goals, Of heart an souls. Still... Yet, Un-Cut, an bold. By: Shi Ricks @ copyright.