Monday, December 22, 2014

The Widow Cries




In a darkened world 
Her light extinguished 
The widow cries for the lost soul 
A soul wandering 
Trying to find its way back home 
It can hear her cries 
Feel her fears 
Fears for the sons left without the model of a man 
Destined to share a similar fate 
Little girls trying to be women 
Becoming stuck and forgotten by time 
Thinking they have all the time 
Till 18 years comes too soon 
The widow cries for the lost soul 
Slowly losing the feeling 
Slowly losing its hearing 
Slowly falling into the abyss of no more 
Trying to find its way back home 
It’s getting colder 
As the world turns its shoulders 
Starving the poor to feed the banks 
Collection plates overfill with the hopes and dreams of many 
But here we are nothing, crying at the end of the pew 
The widow cries for the lost soul 
But no one hears her anymore 
Forced to take handouts from the very people with frozen shoulders 
The soul has finally found its home 
But it knows no more 
The widow is forgotten 
The fatherless are destroyed 
The dreams of the elderly are shattered like glass 
But still the widow cries 
  
  
Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2014

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