I cry for the lady near the bus station with all her life possessions in a cart.
I cry for the man living in a tent next to the exit ramp.
I cry for the low wage worker with long hours and families bleeding in so many ways.
I cry for the earth, possibly irreparably harmed.
I cry, Jesus wept.
I cry for the cheerleader shot after entering the wrong auto.
I cry for the self blessed, gated communities pointing symbolic fingers outward.
I cry for the growing prisoner numbers receiving no treatment.
I cry for just-say-no people inconsiderate of untreated mental health issues.
I cry, The Buddha Wept
I cry for the underpaid police expected to manage psychological consequences.
I cry at our populist not knowing or not caring about the difference in truth and propaganda.
I cry at the health care unit closed strictly based on profit and loss not human love and care.
I cry for the gun deaths.
I cry, Mohammed Wept
I cry for low paid teachers who suffer with mandated noncreative teaching approaches.
I cry for the small businessperson who must juggle too many balls to support her family.
I cry for those who don’t appreciate the will of “We the People.”
I cry for all suffering from diseases possibly eliminated if more resources were committed.
I cry, The-Christ weeps, The Buddha weeps, Mohammed weeps, God weeps.