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Voice of the Voiceless
So many Gods, so
many creeds,
So many paths
that wind and wind,
While just the
art of being kind
Is all this sad
world needs.
I am the voice
of the voiceless;
Through me, the
dumb shall speak
Till the deaf
world's ear be made to hear
The cry of the
wordless weak.
From street,
from cage and from kennel,
From jungle and
stall, the wail
Of my tortured
kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty
against the frail.
For love is the
true religion,
And love is the
law sublime;
And all is
wrought, where love is not
Will die at the
touch of time.
Oh shame on the
mothers of mortals
Who have not
stopped to teach
Of the sorrow
that lies in dear, dumb eyes,
The sorrow that
has no speech.
The same power
form the sparrow
That fashioned
man - the king
The God of the
whole gave a living soul
To furred and to
feathered thing.
I am my
brother's keeper,
I will fight his
fight
and speak the
word for beast and bird
Till the world
shall set things right.
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