Lamentations (Poem)

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.