For the wicked, unknowingly suffering in their ignorance

I wept

For the lost, wandering the plains of a broken nation between salvation and damnation

I wept

For the time sacrificed in the name of wealth and glory, in the name of fools

I wept

For the children, born into the world of juxtapositioning right and wrong

I wept

For my soul, the whereabouts of which I may never fully know

I wept

For the lovers Screaming the names of the amalgamations of sin

I wept

For the warriors, fighting causes they are not fully allowed to understand

I wept

For the artists, forced to depict all they know, pain, corruption, hate polluting all beauty

I wept

For those made forbidden, Shaking in the dark not knowing whether to slice their wrists in the name of redemption, or to rise from the shadows as an army of shepherds leading a world of sheep

I wept

For the life I wasted hating people for committing their atrocities, all while pursuing them myself in the vain quest for knowledge and not wisdom

I wept

For the scholars, only living to record the age of disparity

I wept

For the potential, lost in the search of a happiness that does not exist

I wept

I shattered my bones in the name of resolve

I bled my tears for those who were too strong to weep, and too foolish to admit their own apparent weakness

I would bleed a thousand more in the name of my people

My lost brothers and sisters, children of the establishment

Orphaned by lust

Shadowed in self-doubt

For them, I would weep forever more