Germany weeps for short-lived love,
Britain mourns a forgotten dream.
Scotland grieves a relative's passing,
Japan for an unraveled
family seam.
Africa cries out for Aids relief,
Haiti for poverty;
While Iraqi children
whimper with fear,
and Columia from a drug lord's
sovereignty.
Afghanistan screams amidst
the bomb's roar
for peace insted of hate,
and America prays for the
fighting to stop;
for the violence to disapate.
In countries everywhere around us,
we grieve and mourn what dies,
but it's irrelevent the dialect,
since it's in the same language
that everybody cries.