Cry

by Allen   Dec 31, 2006


Cry, cry for the weeping willow, for it has no tears.

Watch its mournful sway, its dance for the wounds of the earth.

Our hate, the cause of the hurt, our smog, now the wind that makes it stagger.

Watch now, as it reaches the crescendo of its pain, watch now as it drinks up our acid rain.

Can you hear it, when it falls, or are you deafened by the sound of your contempt.

So cry, cry for the weeping willow, for it has no tears, and it no longer stands, but lays upon the ground.

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  • 17 years ago

    by sibyllene

    I really really loved that first line. It had a lot of power and earnestness. Way to capture an audience!

    I never thought I would hear the word "smog" in a poem, but that's a part of your message, so you can make it work.

  • 17 years ago

    by Corinne

    Beautifully sad and true. Well done

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