Society Call Me a Cry Baby A human angel told me once it takes a strong man to cry. For almost fifteen years I thought my tears didn't matter. I was there, by bedside; holding Mother Nature's hand tightly; to witness the birth of genocide As the man made healers looked upon the deliverance from the womb of embedded bondage of chaos. Surprisingly as they raised their hand high towards the sun to come down, with such hurtful force to smack the innocent derriere of our precious young generation. Impatiently waiting for a pulse inside life's nurture... I heard the cries of every young boy and...