Weep not for me, O Willow Tree, ‘tis you I do implore,
Weep for those unblessed world regions, where humanity is no more.
Where, in senseless wars, horrifically, brothers execute brothers,
And elsewhere, yes, unbelievably, crazed brothers slay their sisters.
Where, also, so ashamedly, there is no tolerance, no patience, no compassion,
Only pride, arrogance, sanctimony, hypocrisy – Oh, Sanity, what happened to loving passion?
Families, countless, shattered; their dwellings, annihilated,
Womenfolk savagely tortured, battered and violated.
Weep on, O Willow Tree, for those innocent babes, yet to be born,
What? Aghast! Is the ‘Charter of Human Rights’, all ripped and torn?
Sense the anguish, O Willow Tree, of screeching wails and deafening shrieks,
Note the poverty, the helplessness, the filth and dreaded disease.
O Willow Tree, you bow and weep, while the feeble try to sleep,
With depressed, rugged faces, their spirits scarred so deep.
Young and old alike, all crave a warm, safe embrace; a gentle, kindly smile,
Peace is what they pine for; security, utmost, they yearn for – Oh, Mercy, do end this tormenting trial!
Hence, once again, I do implore thee…
O Willow Tree, weep NOT for me.
Just look at the world – its chaos, turmoil, havoc and cruelty,
O Willow Tree, can’t you see? The world – itself – it weeps for me and thee.
Maloquacious © 2014