Weeping lands

It is night in my land
I have not seen darkness like it
I have not felt its thickness in all my life
The night that brings with it no sleep

My land is in turmoil
My people cry
Even the animals living here have no respite
They are gunned down to tax with their horns
They die cruel deaths and yet they pay for nothing

My land weeps for the corn grew wrong
The land of my father is belching sulfur
Look at the rain, it's refusing to fall
Clouds hover above us in discussion of our virtue
And they shy away with their water because
They cannot trust us to receive it well

Look at the sun, judging us
What have we done to the soil, oh brother
We have used our brains to create evil
We have used manure that big words cannot draw nutrition from
We have planted generational waste
That no amount of cleansing can remove its effects

Behold, the earth revolts It's enough, it's belly rumbles
It moves in caution to an unrelenting nation
How far longer, for the tears have dried up
Tears can never pay the price of freedom
Grant my feet, Lord, as I Iwalk
Gentleness and silence, for they should not know
I have come

For even from me, they would expect
And I have nothing in my coffers to offer
Grant my mouth silence, oh, I beg
To not mention the obvious, how my people weep
To not speak the curse that boils in my belly
To not ask the questions that flash in my vision.