The Price of Cries
by Darryl R Gray
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Money is NOT the key to end all your woes,
unless of course, you use it to crush all of your foes.
At this Time, as I write and you read, somewhere on this Earth,
someone righteous bleeds.
Sadly, I am as guilty as Thee, for I have not done enough
to answer my Brothers pleas.
How far does your family extend?
I like to think that mine exists without an end.
How do you feel when your people die?
How long do you let your children cry?
And now, once again, as I speak,
yet another Human dies.
All I ask is:
In the Essence of Time,
how Time will ALWAYS be mine.
Thus I say, this day, no more cries
will meet my blind eyes.
While still holding this pen, both hands I shall extend,
to ALL of my family.
No matter what Destiny has in store for Me,
I shall carry this out for Free.
Well, what do you say?
Will you, too, help?
Or are you too concerned about the pay?
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|Reviewed by Afrika Abney
|Splendid write. Thanks for sharing.
|Reviewed by Allen Venable
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|Thought provoking and incisive. Bill|
|Reviewed by Dee C.
|Thought provoking verse...very heartfelt! ~ Dee|
|Reviewed by jing javier
|i got the same feeling about reaching out and wanting to help people in need.