I Hear My Country Weep

Every night while I try to sleep, I hear in the echo’s my “country weep”. A father, a son A brother shot in the back, Because he is getting his car ‘hi jacked’. A mother, a daughter A sister in an emotional state, Coming to terms, “of just being raped’’. A cost of a life is a price of a cell phone, Laying lifeless in blood “all alone” An innocent child by the hand being led, Lies sprawled out motionless “now dead”. And in the wailing of a restless night, Another life snuffed comes to light. While my government peacefully sleeps, I hear as my country silently weeps.