Crys of a Nation
I cry out into the dark moon lit streets,
never getting a response.
The crys are not those of fear or anger,
not even those of hate.
As I lie alone in the tangled sheets of my bed,
the thunder pounds away at the sky.
It pounds like my crys into society,
a society lacking rules and moral obligations.
Obligations that would answer crys of millions.
Now you know my crys,
and crys of millions of others.