Won't you cry

Won't you cry

For the screaming of the babies?

Won't you cry

For the burning of the bodies?

Won't you cry

For the saving of the souls?

Won't you cry

For swollen feet?

Won't you cry

For uncertainty?

Won't you cry

For the long distances

Huddled together

For the doctors and the lawyers and the nurses

And the attendants and all the others

Who've never shared the same plate

But who now share the same fate?

Won't you cry

For nobility?

For the best of you

That comes out in a crisis?

Won't you cry for those

That kill themselves to save another?

Won't you cry

For despair

And helplessness

And hopelessness?

Won't you cry

For the acceptance of your fate?

Won't you cry

For missed dentist appointments

And tennis classes paid for but never attended?

Won't you cry

For the new clothes they wanted but never bought

For the crockery they bought

But never used

Broken and useless now

Just like their lives

Won't you cry

For the dependence of the independent?

Won't you cry

To save your own soul?