Why Do I Cry?

Why do I cry?

Is it because of all the hate?

All the despair in the world?

The ones with no home?

The ones who live and die without love

Passing through this world

Passing before the indifferent eyes of the world

Like a museum exhibit.

Is it because of the terror of 9-11?

Or the thousands of folded flags?

Or the inconsolable grief of a mother?

Or the sorrow of a young widow?

The fear of families

Waiting for the next air raid?

Is it because of materialism of the world?

The idea the life can be lived from a screen?

That people ruin their minds and bodies

And the property of others

In spray paint

The colors of baseless hatred?

The ignorance of the public ?

The good of so few?

Do I cry for peace?

Do I cry for love?

For justice?

For the tragedies that befall others?

Why do I cry?

Why do I need a reason?