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