Dry Tears

My tears run in my veins like

The waters of a secret river

Hidden but ceaselessly flowing

I cry silently in vain while

Waves of grief fragmenting

My inner sanctum break

And memories, oh! they hound

Like the caverns in Xanadu silent

With a war waged underneath

I too want to soften and cry

Crumble like the earth wasted

Yet that’s a luxury I can’t afford

Forgiven

From the same tree born

From the same seed grown

One given all shade and nurtured

Other left to languish deserted

A shallow reason they had

You won’t carry our name, they said

That was an excuse so flimsy

They always were in the sway

Of partisan mindset and thought

That taught them to discriminate

Should they be forgiven again as ever?

And then perhaps be forgotten forever?