Tears

My eyes are wearied
With sorrow and sadness.
They hold no more flicker
Of joy and of sun.
Fountains of teardrops
Fall without let-up
The whole world's encircled with woe.

Hearts are bleeding
Ruptured by hurting
And terrible horrors
That make blood congeal.
Tears of the children
Are falling and falling,
Mothers are crying and pleading with God.

The wind is wailing
The fields are complaining
Rivers run cold with sorrow.
Unadorned trees stand
Lamenting, lamenting;
From heaven is falling a tear.