Pondering on a gloomy evening

The tears that flow
Aren't just for me
That's for everything wrong I see around me
The loss of innocence
The wasted youth
The lack of feelings
The apathy of politicians uncouth
The walls built on food, religion caste and state
The saviours of cows letting them die famished - is that in good taste?
Pent up emotions they well up in my eyes They keep me company, the overcast skies