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Weeping Fingers My eyes they bleed my fingers they weep tears Suffused, numbed with pain I cry in fear For me; the hopeless, the helpless, my peers The children who sleep forgoing dinner Who shall speak for us who will hear our woes Who will read when we write our blood stories We the shoeless live less and die in throes Of hunger and anger, O we need Moses Not Jonath, saviour we need not Labour As our wormed scalp run the streets rallying We chant the songs they teach, we endeavour Yet remember the darkness at home looming And the breakfasts to be sacrificed On a platter as the subsidy lysed.