"Invisible Teardrops"
poem by:
Joe Cooper
Written
on Mar 20, 2014
"You who sit on oaken seats, high back chairs and silken pleats; how dare your pride, all that anger, hold back the tyranny you did breach? Fallen soldiers, women, mutilated children; invisible teardrops. Can anyone hear them when they call? Bloodshed and misery, amid misplaced danger; can the blind see with so much anger? Might makes right and the princes rule; how will they fair when summoned to school? Let justice rain invisible teardrops on the feet of the men who made them weep."
Tags: sad, love, anger, depressing, pain,
