Tears

At night I stare 

My eyes all dry

I can't even cry

I try a lot, harder

Maybe the songs 

Or memories of the past.

Do their work,

To make me cry

At the morning I read

The current affairs shit

Many people die

The leaders win

The farmers lose

There is a murder 

There is a rape

Oh and then I cry

But I don't want to

Still, I weep and mourn

Then at evenings

I laugh and sing

Drinking my tea 

The news seems old

My stomach is filled

Morals are killed

And I forget everything!

One day I tell myself

I will cry out loud

Whenever I want to

Now let it go as it goes

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