Crys of a Nation

I cry out into the dark moon lit streets,
never getting a response.

The crys are not those of fear or anger,
not even those of hate.

As I lie alone in the tangled sheets of my bed,
the thunder pounds away at the sky.

It pounds like my crys into society,
a society lacking rules and moral obligations.

Obligations that would answer crys of millions.

Now you know my crys,
and crys of millions of others.