My Heart Bleeds...
I think I need rain to soothe my pain
I need a shoulder to support me
Since I shudder at the sight of sin
And my bleeding heart is about to be disposed to the bin
My heart bleeds for the souls of the poor
Who are forced to draw their lives into the mire
Who work endlessly regardless of the time
But go back home without a dime
My heart bleeds at the sight of the children
Who have no body to refer to as their kin
Who long for love keenly
And wander in the streets hopelessly
My heart bleeds for evil deeds
Which sapiens engage in
Murder, theft, and hypocritical acts of men
That makes victims shed painful tears
My heart bleeds because we have made blood our ink and drink
My heart bleeds for the depressed souls that deeply sink
To the explorers of the poor
My heart bleeds to the core
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
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