Cries of Innocent Tears
Tattered clothes and venomous grins
Screaming soul and helpless being
Oh, what sort of monsters are you #made of?
Who couldn’t see a pleading prey?
Sinful hands stripping the peel,
Suffocating it in its demonic grip,
How cruel can you be not to hear?
The screams and shouts and aching tears
It’s like the earth herself was crying,
Burning by the devil that she resides
Where are we heading to if not the hell?
Every day, an innocent soul is sold
Snatched by the hands of the beast,
Into the horror of a hollow pit
Humans, Animals and even the dead
What is this desperation that reeks in them?
Waves of fear now crumble us down,
We see, we hear, but nothing we do.
Oh, how are we going to face them too?
Is this what the hell feels like?
Even evil has some mercy inside.#
Sadly, how we sat there empty
With Humanity and Justice sobbing aside
Little souls who believe in dolls and dreams
When did they get trapped in this grim?