Cry, Beloved Country

Cry, beloved country,

For what we fear will come.

A bleak, uncertain future

Leaves us feeling numb.

 

Weep about the darkness

That's crept into our day

As fear and hate extinguish

The torch that guides our way.

 

Mourn the loss of judgment

At dark times such as this.

For far too many people,

Ignorance is bliss.

 

Grieve the loss of hope

That many of us had known.

Despair has now replaced it,

And hearts have turned to stone.

 

Lament the death of knowledge

That always has been needed

To help ensure that lessons

Of history are heeded.

 

Bewail the sad misfortune

That empathy's now gone,

While those who deeply suffer

Are treated with a yawn.

 

Cry, beloved country.

Was ALL of this our fate?

Can we turn the tide,

Or might it be too late?

 

-by Bob B (11-7-24)