we mourn for the less fortunate, here and there, everywhere
who are they that do not mourn
why aren’t they us
who are they
i want to know them
and know
why they do not mourn.
“TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean.
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
— Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, The Princess.
we mourn for the less fortunate, here and there, everywhere
who are they that do not mourn
why aren’t they us
who are they
i want to know them
and know
why they do not mourn.
“TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean.
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
— Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, The Princess.