God’s tears I behold at spring of day
Spattered silently on His creation that lay
Gaping in utter bewilderment into the sky
In gloomy introspection what makes God cry.
Then wakes the saucy old bully at ease
And spreads out his glaze from the East
And clears the mist all in one sweep
While old earth yawns at the blue deep.
All seek redress in the bluish sea
From an immortal mourner none can see
Whose misty showers from day Eve
Shy away at dawn to wait the fall of eve
Conjecture wherefores of showers of anguish
‘Tis sure distress at man’s craze wholly wolfish
So weep for the woes with God, weep!
And for tender souls slashed by iron, weep!
Weep for the mad mayhem ecstasy
Weep for a cause pure in dangling legacy
For little angels slain in slumber, weep!
For dear motherland in depredation, weep!
From dawn’s rebirth to nightfall despairs
For scary scabs on forlorn cheeks in tears
For countless plagues that stalk in bulk
For what folk has made of fellow folk
Weep for a paradise bent on to waste
Weep for the treasures set ablaze
Weep with blistered souls unborn yet,
Weep for the cause which Jesus wept!