A poem in which to weep

I weep for her and for the world,
and those joyous eyes,
that have yet to bear witness
to the hypocrisy and the lies.

I weep for them that cannot be,
who hide their light
beneath a blanket of memories.

I weep for them that fight their being.
who drink and snort,
and are full of rage.
how I wish they could fall
beneath Krishna's tranquil gaze

I weep for them that cannot see,
the futility of their own majesty.
they are thieves of mind,
gangsters of the soul.
just let them be
and find your own path to eternity.