I cried again last night

 


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I cried again last night

I cried again last night,

watching freedoms' flight;

I cry whenever I see,

suffering from people yearning to be free.

 

I cried again last night,

watching Americans fight;

an unjust war of fear,

led by leaders

with minds unclear.

 

I cried again last night,

thinking about freedom's loss;

taken from a flock of sheep,

by a lunatic who claims to be boss.

 

I cried again last night,

for prisoners held for eternity,

their rights trampled,

by a government that rules in tyranny.

 

I cried again last night,

for millions with no health care;

ruled by despots,

who fail to see their despair.

 

I cried again last night,

for millions of  people in need,

whose plight is simply overlooked,

by a relative handful,

in the name of greed.

 

I cried again last night,

for families torn apart,

for children orphaned,

by a government without a heart.

 

I cried again last night,

against torture,

by men who claim their God is right,

as they lead blinded without sight.

 

I cried again last night,

for fools who fail to see,

the government led by Bush,

tramples their rights,

in the name of liberty.

 

I cried again last night,

for nations left to starve,

for people driven down,

held beneath the surface,

as if to drown.

 

I cried again last night,

against organized religions

of every stripe;

against fools who claim

their God is better, their God is right.

 

I cried again last night,

for people who live in fear,

convinced there's a better place

by zealots who claim the end is near.

 

I cried again last night,

for people led to believe

that every word written and preached,

is the word of God, they are deceived.

 

I cried again last night,

for people who fail to know,

that all these words were written,

by men with only one desire,

the desire to control.

 

I cried again last night,

for peace on earth,

by day and night;

for people to open their eyes,

to see the light.

 

                                    Tomás Daly - July, 2004

 

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