Cry My Beloved Nation, Cry

See through wet eyes
The Searing pain
See it once, twice and yet again...
Of a mother who's son is lost
Of a man who's wife and children all have died
Of a child who cries for his mother through the night...
See through wet eyes
The searing pain
Feel the pounding in your brain,
Raise the pen or the sword
Let your feelings over-ride.
All thoughts of reason put aside
Cry,my beloved nation, cry.
And when the tears have dried
Pledge yourself to do your best
Put yourself through a test,
Each and Every Single Day.
Did I do my very best today?
For half the nation's searing pain
And the pounding in our brains
would be at rest
If we all do our very best.

Niharika Bisaria