Even There's Cry From Rivers Poem by Lone Wolf

Even there's cry from rivers,
crying for the people that has no home.
and there's cry from home
for the people that has no cloth;
even there's cry from cloth,
crying for the people that has no hairy skin;
and hairy skin cry
for those people that has no care,
even though care cry
crying for those people that has no mind,
for they are wicked
and leave these people in their sufferings.

what do you do to earth?
that makes her offered you these,
you live with no father,
and never taste a care from mother;
just because you are an orphan
that live with his brothers.

do you once have these feelings
for people to calm you from your screams,
do you ever have these memories
of mother singing for you in your dreams.

who will be? Who wil be the one
to stop these crys, wipe these tears, and stop these wails;
out of these minds and souls,
and cast out these fears and quails.
who wil volunteer him or herself for these people,
to be like father and their mother
who will be his brother's keeper
and take care of these orphans