Humans Cry

We know, what we know.

Lurking darkness within doesn't glow.

For everyone to see and appreciate the low.

The simple heartaches that makes you slow.

In your careers, ambitions, and genetic transformations.

Adolescence makes it perfect with its transitions.

Nobody tries to understand you.

Nobody knows the confusion with which you grew.

If you knew the truth what would you do?

Do you also carry-on like the rest who've suffered and are now immune to the flu?

Carrying the same wounds.

Carrying the same tone of different voices of hounds.

Can you save yourself or are you trying to save some money to lay something new on your shelf ?

Everybody loves but they need to first save themself.

What is integrity if it's degenerative?

What is law enforcement if it's corruptive?

Vile is in our blood and not all are good in their heads.

War and deaths have got nothing to do with patriotism but with dysfunctional vets.

Who puts money and huge respect for medals and honors?

Who heals wounds that are scarred forever?

Can any number of showers cleanse what's done on battlefields, which once bloomed velvet of flowers?

Public notice serves the best lie.

Father, there's no hope down here but only beyond our sky.

When I die, I would never want to be known as sly.

But the one that perished asking questions that have answers hidden within, thoughtfully nigh.

Do you also look at the world and also cry?

Because I do.

And I, don't have credible answers to my ever arising new whys.