The True State of The Nation

Weep
by Betty Baker Bailey

Weep, for the children are dying;

More every passing day.

Weep, for the mothers are crying,

As in their hearts they pay.

Weep, for those who are trying

The children's lives to save.

Weep, for those denying

There is a life to save.

Weep, for those believing

They only need to pray.

Weep, for those deceiving

The innocent each day.

Weep, for ours is a nation

Whose time is passing by.

Weep, for those whose station

It is to fight and die.

Weep for the proud,

Who think they lead the way.

Weep, for the crowd

For they will surely pay.

Weep, with great sadness,

For the time is growing near.

Weep, allow no gladness,

Instead their cries do hear.

Weep with your heart.

Weep with your soul.

Weep and draw apart.

Weep and be of woe.

Weep, for we are guilty.

Weep, for we are weak.

Weep, for we are filthy.

Weep, for we do sleep.

Weep, for none are ready

For the coming day.

Weep, and be not steady.

The time has come to pay.