A hundred-thousand tears I shed
For all of those past dead
For those I’ve lost to time
Those I search for but cannot find
A hundred-thousand tears I cry
For the angels wings on which they fly
Taken away way too soon
Leaving behind those in gloom
A hundred-thousand tears do fall
Hearing of humanities grip so cruel
An innocent shot and killed
For looking the wrong way, blood was spilled
A hundred-thousand tears do flood
Like rivers mixed with blood
Washing away war-torn countries
Destroying all good possibilities
A hundred-thousand tears drain
Away the horrible internal pain
Of the suffering one does carry
Of a dream destroyed that she can’t now marry
A hundred-thousand tears slide
Down my face of which I cannot hide
From the endless extinction of animals
Of nature annihilated by mankind, the fools
A hundred-thousand tears do well
Of end of days will soon be felt
For our ignorance will destroy all
Too late we’ll hear our crying call
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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