Hearts Break Every Single Day
Dignity and Pride are Ripped Away
Tears Choke Throats With Knots of Pain
Unwept Tears So Painful To Let Loose
Yet Burgeoning To Free Themselves and Run
Like A Baby Needing To Be Born
My Tears Need To Be Shed, as I need to Sleep
Tears May Be The Only Way To Heal
Tears May Bridge The Gap Between the Future
Some Future, any future, what matters of a future
Only the pain of uncryable tears is being punched
in the heart and in the eyes, this inability to cry
To claim "I Exist" Is A Lonely Sentence of a life
To Claim it all one's lonely life, in words, is
To Press Forward Gently Yet Firmly past Pain
The Heart Breaks For The Dimness of the Future
And Shame For A Sinful and Utterly Rich Past
Poverty Chokes You When You Wants To Help Another
How Dare We Be So Kind and Yet So Poor
How Dare We Claim "I Exist" in Spite of Kings
How Dare We Seek To Stay Alive, even seek shelter?
Those who place their hearts in God are usually homeless
or dependent on their families, We are disabled
The Love Of God And The Love Of Virtue
Prevents The Downtrodden From Increasing any Gain
Why not be poor, when God is the Rich Thing The Rich Deny
Those That See and Know God Are So Often Homeless
The Poor Know Secret Truths The Rich are infuriated by!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!////