In these broken lands

In these broken lands,
I weep for the young ones, tiny hands trembling in cruel fear,
puffy, red eyes telling sad stories that could render one speechless,
Rosy cheeks blotched with black and blue.

in these broken lands,
I weep for the poor girls lay bared to the pleasures of the flesh,
their innocence forced and ripped apart and leaving them destroyed.
Irreparable and numb.

in these broken lands,
I weep for the men,
their burdens heavy on their shoulders, working hard to fill the stomachs of their children, supporting them to give them the things they never had.
working day in and day out to give the best they can for their family.

In these broken lands,
I weep for the boy who lost his faith in the world, pushed around and belittled, laughed at for his hair, for his clothes, for his skin and for his poor family.
He takes the noose around his neck....
He was all alone anyway.

In these broken lands,
I weep for the broken hearted, their trust used and abused,
their hearts lied upon and sullied, their devotion laughed at and dirtied.
they stay faced down, their muscles frozen as much as their cold hearts.

The clouds threaten to poor,
dark and foreboding as the colors all around these broken lands drained away.

The people hunched over,
glaring at each other, curses are thrown at one another and punches and hits are thrown this way and that.
The children are cowering in fear, their eyes streaming with tears
An elder has fallen with loud thud, he curls up in pain, clutching to his chest
A woman cries out and sobs as she watched her husband has been stabbed to the back, his blood flowing all around her fingers as she held onto him

In these broken lands....
No one offers a helping hand.
No one opens their hearts to another.
No one can keep the darkness at bay.

The people are filled with too much hate,
too much sadness,
have felt too much lost,
received so much pain and suffering.
So much so....
No one can love freely here.