Written by: Victor P.
Fall slow, go, like winter’s ice melting, pour slow.
No hurry now, dark clouds cover moon’s glow.
You’ve seen the sins like scarlet their flags cover,
Once white and now crimson; shall they recover?
What can you do now but weep,
How sad the song, a fall how deep,
When the smiles are decayed faces,
When the land is full of vile places,
Where blood is spilled without regret,
Where fools would drown to forget
Where darkness grips the hearts of the weak,
Where the minds are polluted and fewer seek
What they can take with them beyond the grave;
It is a sad reality, that this life the foolish deprave.
Fall fast and descend in haste upon the land,
Covering the brown dirt, the dust, the sand.
Come, collide with mortal flesh, liquid weeper
Weep now upon what is below, pour deeper
Into the pits, cracks, deepest parts
Of this world, cover with liquid shown
And go, flood the prideful hearts
With a fear they have not yet known
And falling, yes, again and again falling
Like snow in winter on homes, keep calling
Until they hear the weeper’s voice, a voice of pain,
Sorrowing for how much so many do reject to gain.
Sing, liquid weeper, your lamentation
And pour sorrow without resignation,
All your words into the sleepers’ ears
Until a piercing sound brings tears
And they would see what they have not seen
Realizing that they are not where they’ve been
And that there is more to be done than was done so far
Thus they must live past loss, past pain, past every scar.