Tears for his People


	TEARS FOR HIS PEOPLE With head bowed, spirit and will broken, the warrior sees the worst of his people’s fears, For the loss of their precious freedom, he sheds the first of his many tears. For now his people are subjected to the conquerors every whim. So hatred between the races will fill hearts to the very brim. If humans could only understand not all people can be the same, They could avoid so many heartbreaks and mankind so much shame. Maybe the day will come when our understanding and tolerance has increased, So we can live together as brothers with goodwill, happiness, and peace. JRS © 9-27-99 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved