There is the same old pattern of conduct and behavior with regard to human affairs — a yearning for peace, the threat of war, affliction and disease; the sense of hope, faith, love and liberty, all of which we hear on a regular basis, some of which materialize and some go unfulfilled.
I hear the same old sound of people groaning;
Same old cries of cruel death and mourning,
Mingled with the sounds of joy and scorn,
Words of hope for troubled souls forlorn.
I hear sweet words of unity and peace,
Voices of affliction and disease;
Wails of pain in genocidal wars,
Dismal echoes of enslaving laws;
Songs of faith, equality and love,
Well-embraced by Heaven high above;
I hear of better times with liberty,
Prosperity without disparity;
Mad extremists uttering savage cries,
Committed to democracy’s demise;
Are these what life is really all about?
Oh, weary ear and ever-restless mouth!
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